the past is recalled
and I’m cleansed
of all the bad things
present; now
gone for a spark
so I testify
to the shadows
and rectify
bad behavior
birds sarcastically chirp
and in my mind
a whirlwind is spinning
cut loose from the goose
that brought us all home
but at the same time
wore us to the bone
and I cry and spit
and curse the clouds
for being the only thing
they know how to be
