Pieces of Sky by James Diaz


i wanted to find out
what weeping was made of

soon enough you showed me its make
and how it feels for what is inside to meet the outside of us

there are things we hoped would be ours
and there things that break when we touch it

it isn’t the form that we carry
it’s the blur that masks all that is known

and in the end what is ours
is never what comes when called

but what tarries on the edge of our voice
and echoes back, a stilled and gentle pain

what is hurting but a small seed
which never took

and joy too
is like that

high hopes defeated
in the breast of the earth

returning every year
in smaller pieces

and all those things
broken and scattered are holy


©2018 James Diaz


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Bio: James Diaz is the author of This Someone I Call Stranger (Indolent Books, 2018). He is founding Editor of the literary arts & music mag Anti-Heroin Chic. His work has appeared most recently in Occulum and Philosophical Idiot. He lives in upstate NY and occasionally tweets @diaz_james.

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