i walk while

detritus at my feet

frames

shards of broken lives

that reflect a cubist distortion

of what I could be

bottle twists

and pipe puffs

could’ve scattered me

among dead sagebrush

and

forgotten dreams

but i ignored the raven’s death caw

and chose to ride the light

and dance in sunbeam warmth

i walk while

detritus at my feet

reminds

me that i am here

i am whole.