Shards & Sparks Poem by Maya Hanson

We've spent pennies
and dimes on the sun,
an angel to sweep in and
block out the bleak black
corners of the world

Light floods through a fourth dimension,
through the walls and the storms,
broken by table legs and coffee cups,
pieces laid out next to shadows
like a storybook on a card table

Somebody tell me a tale
of how white fills the skies,
clashes with sunlight and
pushes the emptiness
right out of my head and my hands

Somebody write me a story
of the breeze blending with
yellow lines and tire marks
as I breathe in and capture
everything I'm supposed to be

Shards and sparks
fill me with rhythm and
I'm searching, building castles,
cutting corners to
reach the sun again