Come out you heavy demons

And play fair in the sunshine

Our heavy chests that bear the burdens

Our heavy hands that scrape them left to right

Shuffling the weight, one ventricle to the other

Until our heart beats sound like thunder

And the screeching does not cease

Or pause to wait for ears that might be changed by it.

Someday we all say, someday.

I never knew a better song than highway bellows

Airplane blues,

Train yard mumbles.

All these things of going, but of stopping too.

Moonlight litters the bark like Chantilly lace filtered

Through luscious, heavy-swinging springtime skirts

Swooshing lazily to and fro, scraping left to right

Until it is day again.

I am back and forth and long to be still

And wonder if it is the same for everything.