Dissolve

Old forms crumble
dissolve n’ melt

rock morphs
to sponge

& the sea is
full of secrets.

Music thrums
from trees

rain, a shower
of warmth

it comforts me.

My world
is rent asunder

I walk a tight
rope to a

promised land:
heel to toe

don’t look down
the chasm beneath

so deep it
echoes blood.

I look up
where the grey

gives way to
a blue film of

stratosphere.
My gait falters.

You beckon from
beyond, whisper

of summary
delight:

but I am
mid- way,

teeter on a
single wire

& tremble.