cracks in the sidewalk

You throw the ball into the sun, it disappears
for a moment, your mind begins to mend itself,

you say you don't know yourself, but you
love yourself, anyhow.

You read books and became an actor,
playing out your favourite roles,

drowning in the words you know
you could never have written.

You substitute your limbs for a stranger,
learn to dance the waltz,

listen to classical music like a tattoo
on your ribs, a rhythm to the wind,

the way a tree grows with or without you
and you have decided to stay around

to watch a sunrise on the roof, learn to live
with almost anything.