The will of things


These things I know
like I know the hand on my back
the hand that will crack 
these things 

I know

what you mean 
when you say I grow
tiring when I speak with this lack
of capacity when I stack 
these things I know

that you mean

these things will 
grow into towers that tilt 
and yawn and threaten to speak 
what has drawn these things
into pictures of what
these things will

spill across the lawn








...puttin' the Po' in NaPoWriMo...