Bones

The pale shell begins to darken with rain,

so that the droplets look like camera flashes against the wet skin.

They slam into the exterior; a tiny collision.

Heaven meets earth, then melts into the divots and grooves of the bony surfaces

that I use to keep myself upright.

The square foot beneath me stays firmly planted, while the rest of my limbs swim through

molecules, forcing waves of sound and movement.

The structure that has formed around me changes, pulls, contracts.

I'll crash and slide until I will wither from lack of power,

or calcium.

I find

that I have spent most of my life

trying

to

lessen

the

impact.