At the Broken Point
Do you feel the weight of the stars on your back
And the pressure inside your skull?
Do you feel the air grow thick like a stew
And the world flood in through your skin
As infinity shrinks to a speck
And eternity ends with a thought?
I hear it: the imperceptible breaking of a toothpick
On the other side of the house.
I hear it: the sharp snapping of a frozen twig in the snow
On a mountaintop miles away.
I hear it: the brittle cracking of a thin piece of slate
On the long cracked concrete driveway
Of a house I used to live in
Years and years and lives ago.
I hear it in all of the beats of my heart--
Staccato footsteps on a heap of broken bricks;
I feel it in all of the sighs of my heart--
Staccato footsteps on a temple’s fallen walls.
Image credit: Hamed Saber, from Wikimedia Commons, under a Creative Commons License.