Throwing Bones

 

For so long now

you have walked your bones

on a knife’s edge,

 

neither here

nor there,

imagining a breathless drop

to your rocky end

 

while the support you seek is under your feet

and arrives as stars

you cannot see

but will remember.

 

Watch as they swirl

clouds into colors

and rush to meet your next step,

ephemeral as smoke,

and solid as the spine

on which you stand.

 

Can you imagine these stars?

Within the bones of their photons

ripples the anatomy

of eternity.

 

Throw them.

 

Like you,

through the falling

and the landing

 

they reveal the divine

in the one

who has tossed them.