Space

When I do press-ups I feel as if I am clinging on for dear life as the planet spins through the void

Fingernails dragging canyons through granite

And when I stand at the shoreline and breathe deeply it’s not the moon that moves the tides

 When I do squats I feel as if I am Atlas holding a bowl of water full to the brim

As I shift my weight ripples spread out and islands shake

But it was a lot worse when I dropped it

I couldn’t do anything for Pangea, it was fucked

I collected the broken shards and cut my hands open forging them into new lands

When I read at night, my fingers trace the pages and these whispers spill out into the wind

I’m known to get carried away by a good book

You were a difficult baby

You kicked and screamed and cried at night

But when I hung a starlight mobile above your cradle and told you stories of the things that lived there

You slept

I never dreamed you’d use it to light your way across the seas

You’re pulling away from me now

As all teenagers do

It’s natural

You’re less interested in my old stories

And it’s amazing watching you make your own

I’m giving you

Space

But you can always find me if you like

At the edge of the world and the depths of the wild

Mountaintops and waterfalls are always a safe bet

We don’t have to talk

It’s enough to know you’re there