behind me trails transparent
wide blue skies
tilted toward vision and execution
wish I could have seen
the world from here
yesterday
dream and hope and expenditure
is a series of cruel falsifications
the sun is out in Clinton
Upstate New York blinks foreign to me
worlds turn
and we learn the reason for this
for that
so many perspectives are available
from here
only one pulls at me
urgent
it refuses denials
new faces
old faces
what should I do with these detached
visages bubbling under the change
I think we might have burned something
turmoil and tragedy
language and expectation
be careful what you call it
self fulfilling
announcements
look before you leap
cliches land four footed and certain
here everything falls
and we have all broken something
some more than others
get back into the process
bleeding and brave
some of us fly solo
others
attach ourselves parasite to the love
of some soaring being
if there is forgiveness to be had
I am pleading my own case
come back to me my language
my land
my face reflected in your tongue
two times lucky
three times charmed
tell me
what you need
and I will make it a part of me
better than the promises made in absentia
I walk brave against this night perpetual
light breaking shallow in my ear
come back
my way of saying
my talk
breath
I miss my home
Missing you more
because it is fall
let us plant flowers in the wishes that died
let us wait for blooms
water them
careful pluck the dead leaves away
crackle me the dialect
foreign in my mouth
let me live
once more inside the belly of a language
a way of feeling
different from mine
I grew wings upon returning
breaking the feathers
sprouting tentative on your back
let us fly together
nation
revisited
land I love
home is nothing but a place you breath
unnoticed
like air
my love
my home
my land
my breath
from Hamilton College in New York
this is Staceyann
yearning for home