a social contract


Anger is a poverty of breath


sucking is not to suckle

the air on our bodies

swells with our heart’s tide

and resonates

in its cave of understandings


assumed is accepted

mark’s merit


balancing elephants

it might be we are

so sure the sweat

of temples

won’t topple into passerbys?


but we are

and so shoulds become


and color our windows

to joy in the sight of the light