Exposed

My face is exposed

My true face cut in marble

Hammer and chisel

My spirit is loose

Cut to pieces by the wind

I am shivering

The sacred descends

Free from linearity

And the hand of time

In this still moment

I watch the maelstrom approach

Green with jealousy

Thunder and lightning

Children wander without aim

Like small hungry ghosts

Dreams drawn taught, and notched

Strings of tension holding them

Like poisoned arrows