Through the Cracks - Ayla Nereo

She calls out, «I love you!»

I can hear it through the cracks

Of these doors, of these walls, as it echoes, bounces back

It pries my heart open, as the joy does for the children

For the humble hidden deep within this skin, pouring out,

Pouring in, pouring out, pouring in, pouring out, pouring in…

I am driver to the wheel, I am steady, I am swerving

I am blind, running quickly, I am echo to the sapling

She calls out to love, «I can hear you through the cracks!»

And the door to be opened, with a turn-key, with a sighing,

As slivers fall in splinters, with a rainfall, as a cry

She call’s out to love, «There's an echo I am following,

I am backwards and evolving

Concave and expanding

A whistle to the train

And the tracks separating

I am bone-bent and wavering

Roots deep and unswaying»

Half her voice bounces back, and the rest escapes

Through the cracks…