everything out there
i can feel right here
inside my chest
which has always been
a kind of holy terrarium of
dirt and divine things that breathe
like out there
was except now it’s dry
and echos bounce off shatter proof glass
whole patches of me windswept
and tired
and then someone says
HERE, DRINK, LIVE!
and i gather my dry bones
and i go look
and marvel at the mirage because
there is no water out there
and because now my hopes and prayers
have no safe land to seed
i breathe
inside my chest
a new beginning, a new earth