Until the Beginning

Hands

Anxious hands

Filter soil where exhaustion bellows from the sea
Lauding the earth that scares her breath
Is she

This girl, this bane of gravity clinging a ledge
Stitches wear thin
The clasp upon her collar sheds
Marble falls past her quaking, tipping toes
Falling, she falls in a shrieking trench
Of joy, at the fingertips of hell
But look—

A sallow hue hangs on her pack leader

The waterlogged worm in trepidation and
Her pigeon sisters clad in flame

Fly overhead

Knuckles breathe as
She sees harbingers of jubilee sail!