Build

I dip a feather into this ink

The one my heart supplies, steady and sure

Close my eyes

And begin to draw

I watch the image forming

Surprised to see no black or white

Not even grey

So many shades of pain

Of decisions

No one should have to make

I wasn’t prepared for this

Test

That has no right answer

There’s no room for cerebral gloating here

The multiple choice options are “numb”

“Dead”

“Alive”

Yet daisies and trains of sunlight follow me

Sparkling glasses of ordinary

With a shot of bewilderment

No one prepared me for this

Class

The empty train station

Where you’re left alone to assemble the train from

Whatever you can scavage

Using whatever tools you can fashion

From your own imagination

And the bench’s boards

Boarding it with a straight back

Hands folded neatly

Filling the car with solitude

Respect

And emptiness

Trust is the conductor

Blue yonder the only map

Facing east

As the sun rises