santos scribes

wild delicate body 

three hands and a foot 

long lonely, rippling home 

swan/step 

swan/step 

twilight is the blessing then 

at times, the only thing   

the fleeting respite  

from days

steeped in inhales 

step tersely, but bow 

to darkness 

to kindness 

to the “ness” of everything

if I stepped out of my body 

I would break 

free  

and run like the dead  

across that empty, barbed vista

  

about this writing

this poem was prompted from the line “That if I stepped out of my body I would break into blossom” from the poem A Blessing by James Wright. what might happen if you stepped out of your body? xo, s.