Prima Facie

I no longer walk

between the timbered valleys

but flew atop,

pulling up,

away from chaos and catastrophe.

Big things appear smaller,

Up there, I see tons.

Roads started in two

And ended in one.

Genesis of cars

Now trapped

in gaps of old rocks

paper cutting through bones.

As if hope

washed away with petrichor alone--

“Almost there.

You’re just unaware,” says I.

Albeit words condensed into raindrops,

cars moving back to two.

My wings melted

Like the soil after the storm.

Nevermind the fall---

Getting trapped,

In darkest hour

Without holes.

They’re just fearful regret,

Nevermind the tacks;

Nevermind the splinters.

Rocks,

And burned bridges.

They’re just front-threat

But mind around the corner

Was that end

You just can’t see, yet.