Borrowed soul (landays)

Mending my cloaks, hiding my bruises

I sat by the shores of my borrowed soul and noticed

Picking up what floated through my hands

All the lonelinesses in brightly colored bottles

So pretty in the graveyard sunshine

So see-through in my fingers, cradling the old truths

I sat with my soul in my two hands

Yodeling to heaven, knowing nothing, growing light

So quiet, the broken-wide soul shards

And in the earth I felt the drums of my foresisters