Pitter Patter

PITTER PATTER
Soul 
Is the silence Between each drumbeat 
Between each word 
Each poem 

Soul 
Is the moment of flight 
Between each step 
As we run through the desert

But you’ll never know 
Just what the soul is 
If you never hear the sound 
Step upon the earth 
Or run across the desert 

And if the Soul 
Is the bottoms of my feet 
As they pitter patter on the ground 
To the rhythm of my breath 

Then what is in the sound?

DISSONANCE 
May my mind 
always move faster than my pen
because some words are too precious 
to be captured

BONES
these are my bones
I am scraping out the marrow
this ink is my blood
I am cutting open my skin  
to spill me onto a page
in hopes that another’s bones are rattled
just enough to expose themselves 
peek from behind the freckles in their eyes
and turn to puzzle pieces 
that might fit with mine