in the city


In the city there is a cage where something feral beats against the bars. It dreams of crossing a great desert. There is a shadow on the horizon dancing beneath the dazzling light. There is the loneliness of love at dusk. What if it is only a mirage? What if it is only our own bones waiting? What if only the carrion crow there sings? There are no words for this space where all we have is love. The head can no longer run. The heart no can longer hide. Scared and nervous, awkward, all thumbs, but on purpose we give up what we were so afraid to lose and smile through tears and laughter when find we don't want it back.

Brian Shaughnessy