Water from rocks,
we're chasing white whales through the stars.
Prayers ooze from our
opportunistic dreams,
staining memory the color of
adust skies.
Volcanic remains, skeletal nightmares,
first times—
(tick them off, like grandfather clocks.)
Hotels haunted by ghosts that we only
thought we'd envisioned.
Sounds we cannot hear make us paranoid,
toes curl the lip of a suicidal precipice.
Swing arms out for balance, but don't let go of me.
Hawk wings blot suns but
waiting we are blind.
We're only just across the border,
and I'm lost a world away.