What if
it’s all the same thing
to fly
such forbidden heights
or to be
the definitive symbol of love?
What if
that same song we all sing
was on the wind, really
and not merely
the inspiration we all dream of
#vss365 #nature #photography
I have been here before
at the seam of almost-now
pockets heavy with storm
dawn under the fingernails
I stand
pulse full of windows
each one trembling toward
the first light
climbing out
from beneath my skin
as if it had been buried there
all along
waiting
for the body
to forgive itself
#vss365
Salt in the joints
ropes in the tongue
deadfall dreams
snapping shut
under the ribs
Listen
Clouds drift in reverse
as the sun drowns—
a coin already spent
The sea lies on its back
chewing its mirror
Listen
It’s always sunny
in the dark
#vss365 #nature #photography
Alexandra Williams
Alexandra Williams
Alexandra Williams
‘Evidence of Wonder’
I taste the clouds
dipped in the afterlife
of peaches
breath of honey & the inside of petals
after rain has finished speaking
the gift
a disappearance
the path that widens the more you follow
No one asked the moon
why it arrived barefoot
only that it did
#vss365 #nature
Alexandra Williams
In the attic of the sky
mother kneels
on a raft of unraveling comets
her spine a ladder of black lilies
climbing toward the locked mouth
of heaven
She sings through salt
& broken clocks
Mother
an afterthought
the first syllable caught
between two silences
She sings
& summer breathes
#vss365
The cradle hangs
from a thread of moonlight
in the hallway
inside
three feathers
from a bird
that didn’t happen yet
The sun eats the street
raven bones stacked in the throat
of a choir that forgot the words
The hallway rocks
as the unborn bird
beats its wings
against tomorrow’s fever
#vss365
I have been trying to explain my body to the floor
but the floor pulses veins of shadow & starlight beating under the boards
Horror folds the napkins sets out the plates & climbs into the butter dish
I open the drawer to find last winter curled around a blue egg
it knocks
to get back in
#vss365
Alexandra Williams
Behind the charcoal belly–
a locked piano
still playing
the distant shape of a song
the sun is late
as if heaven
forgot the address
yet remembered
the ache
trying to confess
through the openings
between one ending
& the next
reminding the darkness
it was never
the whole story
#vss365 #nature
Filaments of unfinished light
negotiate with the marrow’s print
testing the pulse
where agreement ends
the quietus settles
over your shoulders—
a loosening
the view slips its frame
for one breath
long enough to admit
it was never really holding
anything in place
#vss365 #photography #nature
I keep walking
though the path
has already learned
to circle back
to its beginning
feet sinking
sand consuming every footprint
each step
a lace death
a bruise resurrection
as the rocks wait
with the patience
of things already told
they will be worn down
& still
choose to stay
#vss365 #nature
