How an Old Boy Tries to Float Again

I reminisce of weightlessness: 

peering down into 10, 20 feet of air.

My delicate days, 

I recall,

as a haze 

full of branches:

a careful cloud 

of offshoots 

that, long as I could, 

I held on to. 


But time has dragged me 

toward the precipice.

I recollect of exuberant endlessness

For blameless ecstasy's sake.


Despite the pressure,

my heart don’t dare break —

but it green-stick fractures.


I woke this morning with my chest full of splinters. 

My dog tired eyes misplaced the stillness. 

I tried to recapture it, 

but catching your breath takes time. 


My weightless home, blue-gray as my cyanotic face.

Daily I wake and

my heart don’t break,

but I am not too good to cry 

like the four-year-old that lives inside


This poem is about: 
My family
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