Of Breath And Ghosts Poem by Ben Partenay

the rock a bye
the babies in the treetops
singing bird songs
back and forth feeling
the moon glare on and on
the light becoming
a window
a wall
two eyes staring
up at it all

the rock a bye
of the wind in and out
of the screen, in
and out of the lungs, the
mouth, up and
over the tongue
the taste of dawn on
your lips

the rock a bye
the call of the whippoorwill
the footsteps of all
your ghosts pacing
the sigh
the cackle
the laugh
the sound of a
shallow breath
leaving.