for the earliest hours

as the day grows into itself i am settling into my skin. the mayhem of last night leaves the house silent. it is only me and these keys keeping watch over the morning

in the thickness of the evening the wind picked up. we shifted from sweltering to cool. the atmosphere exhaled in long deep rythems. the timing impeccable. we were blowing away. i abandon all my dreams of ropes. i remember the lessons of sap, and slender branches and leaves.

my brother and i, sitting knee to knee, sink into the ground after so long in the air. these low pressure systems, so heavy in our spine, give way to changes promised by radars for so long.