~Right Moment~

hiding out
in the
open scraping
tears of
the streets

sleepy eyes
in the
mornings clutching
coffee cups
closely

silken hug
in the
quiet growing
to loud

morning light
like an
angel on
my chest
yawning a
rose gold
sunrise

thinking about
the past
anymore is
like a
black hole
I don't
want to
fall in

they say
fire is
the time
that burns
fake flowers
on a window
what a
shame

all I
have to
do is
wait for
the right
moment to
see where
it goes

spring up
higher then
they do
don't settle
for that
path of
least resistance

I'm waking
up breaking
myself in
like oily,
worn shoes

time and
moonlit morality
are both
relative to
the bendable, fragile
experience

~Sarah Mahina Calvello