sanctuary

i am not ok maybe
that is the first

step towards

being

ok but it sure

doesn’t make
the whole filled

let me go 

far 

into the woods

where shadows 

eat the hearts 

of those like us

because

maybe 

when roots tangle out of

my mouth 

spill into

the naked air 

ground me

still

maybe then

my eyes will

come to

rest

upon the

birds above flying

small 

crashing high

into

clouds 

reckless abandon

oh what sanctuary

there will be

in jerusalem 

this year