Breath

Mine eyes inhale light
every beautiful sight.
The wind on leaves... that sounds just right
Fists bleed and break when they fight
and I feel aite
just alright.
A hole in the ground
or the dirt lying around
uneven, but relatively flat,
Waiting for a moment that’ll last.
An unsure future.
A thoughtless past.
Time moves as the shadows cast.
I’m just waiting for what?
Good luck?
But I don't believe in that shit.
So no siree.
Nigh I.
Not me....
and the robin stands tall and proud
upon a stump
singing loud
“Sometimes I get tired of sky and crowd.”