Excavate.
This fall I fell through the cracks in the sidewalk and
stayed there while the world closed damp and marshy above me.
The streets hummed low rhythms that lulled me to sleep
and I kept my eyes closed for three months until they
snapped open like a timer had been set off,
my body’s reminder that all dreams must end.
Now I hold a toothpick to the ceiling and slowly excavate myself.
Even when all seems dark, I’ve learned you can still dig your way out.