Twisting with Language

[previous_girija]

Language twists with us in this bed
Lets let ourselves grow crumble reinvent and survive
Reincarnation, rising from the dead
May be less of a surprise

Let the soft fists crumble
Sifting sand
Nature's hourglass
Drain time through our hands
Once held

Now rise up
Embrace the light, child
Dropping beneath eves to reach us
Let go, let go to be found

That night I spoke without sound
Breath drew in like a firm gust of wind
Til released
A feather falling to the ground