One glimpse is all it takes, one moment: my breath
In the icy air, one beat of one heart would be enough
To blind, suffocate, arrest. The infinite rushing, crushing
The finite. The universe coming down on my head.
How does my body not crumple like a can?
It is enough to be, to have been, to taste the wind caught
In our teeth, dragging the world into our lungs
And release. Do the math: intoxicating, lethal joy.
Iíve seen a child born, witnessed a symphony, and you canít count
That high, to that infinity, this weight Iím heaving with.
I can barely breathe: A candle flickering in a hurricane somehow.
And when this goes out, when the infinite overwhelms,
When the dark blade rips our chests open, pain pitching up and down,
Slapping our faces, I will laugh because it was always impossible,
Always too much to bear: pressed down, shaken together, running over.
Some never see the light. Some barely know they are.
All disintegrate, broken by this battering ram, mercies upon mercies.
Iíve buried little bodies, cast my bread upon the waters,
Each a winning lottery ticket: to have been, to have been given.
One beat is enough to know, to be known, to be crushed and yet live.