The Breach

I fell asleep in no-man’s-land,
With flower petals in my hand.
Above my head an orange sky
Blows angels’ flight paths all awry.
We fell in love like dreamers do,
with sound and fury and ado.
We pinned ourselves to each other’s breast
And let the world do the rest.
We held our hands with spiky smiles—
Secrets, intrigue, lovers’ wiles—
Our paths were bound to wander down
Into each wasted bitter town,
And crest again those wanton shores,
And leave us always wanting more.
Alone I sleep, till some long hour
When I’ll restore this broken flower
Once more to that dear breach I sought
To lose once more the battles fought.

© K Paige Medina 9/5/2016

The Runners

There go the runners,
Taut limbs in motion like
Spiders’ legs
Panting with life,
Carrying with them
Eyes a hundred years old and still
Moving like lizards
Through the red streets of home.

Hear them running
Up from the wells and rivers
From the desolate schools,
Feet flying
Aflame
With the royalty of their
Own insignificance,

My god
Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?

Mouths open,
Cawing,
Speaking the language of youth
Of mischief,
Of secrets

Theirs is the movement
Of limitlessness,
The rhythmic language of
Running;
Theirs the power of knowing
And not accepting
Defeat.

©K Paige Medina 9/3/2016

Questions

Were we destined to become our mothers?
Can we fight the chill of night?
Can we sing the songs of summertime,
Can we set the world alight?
Are we merely younger burdens
Meant to rock our worlds undone,
Are we sleepless and eternal,
Were we really born to run?
Does the lightning ever scare you
As it burns bright and is gone,
Or do you take quiet comfort
In the way it’s like the sun?

We’ve never had the answers,
But we aren’t afraid of night.
We’ll stand in darkness knowing
If we’re patient, we’ll see light.

[4/28/16]