Up (7/30)

They say that the trees

are like lungs--

the branches reaching up

like the interstitial rungs

that are hardening in my chest. 

Pulmonary fibrosis. 


do you see how those limbs

list and lean in? 

a little slant, but always up...

when you are dying, 

your faith is no longer philosophy. 

it is felt thing here in the killing fields

where even hardening limbs

still reach up.