poem 304 of a poem a day for 2012

the poem is a 24 hour mouth

every mind

is a basket of words

at the edge leap

of an abyss

where thoughts

or reactions to them

take refuge for a second

to catch an exhale

and turn them

into spill winged gravity

like dandelion seeds

wading the wind

possibilities are eggs

in a scatter, watching

for the rabbit holes 

no, we say to ourselves

that time emits us all

as far as clocks are concerned

though when we dream

we know all the breathless

places to go to be burned

from its ticking chains

so we might stand

in the rain and

palm the reasons

why we came this way

to fall and call it flying

to damn ourselves

with the ecstasies 

that hurtle us

through another day

with another poem

ready to swan dive

another birth canal

another way into

where everything

worth keeping

is let go of

as if we were words

about to begin

to breathe again

EJR ©