~Bell~

a windowsill
with one
bright flower
lost in
jade angles
and curves

a shopping cart
that has
been emptied
life's a
bell
that should
be rung

there are
so many
thing's happening
at once
whirling and turning
shivers and vibrates
through my bones
after the
rain washes
it down

fire is
a soft dark
that gets
set to my
light and dark
map out
the steps

I show
eyes that devour
fragile gold
wire follows
my spiral down

down by
the pyramid
where the
shadows wait
displaying perfection
praises in flattery

sharp grains
of wheat
are aglow
with possibilities

sea salt
what is
right around
the corner
might always
be true
I want
your midnight

~Sarah Mahina Calvello