truth

Yesterday
Water was sky and leaves
Clung to tree branches with pure honest trust
Yesterday we carved our forever names
On mountain faces that we dared to climb.
Could we still harness the waves
Lying on their froth as jetsam dead?
I catch the corner of my skin and tear the pith
Until I am new and exposed
The way out is past the creaking arms of the city.
Do you
Crumbling shrines
Believe? and save a life
But blind trust stumbles
And we must live by the cracks.