incalculable times
encountering your face
radiant, resonant
introspection sparks my heart, as
melancholy takes out my legs
throwing me to the earth
to boot, brutal reverie
shovel in hand
covers me plainly in
a weighted, morass of clouds
only, brackish tears
nourishing release, liberation
scours away this self-imposed
earthen tomb
with new eyes
how you hover, hushed
graceful in flight

photo and poem © 2015 by DC Lessoway