Turbulence

Knight of Wands

a reminiscing 
of velocity— 
of love encountered
 
the calm that lives in my bones now
is an equation of
an ache 
 
slow down
 
between the sacrum 
and the coccyx
I fold over and spread
 
slow down
 
spin dirt angels

on desert spikes

punctured holy, 
the air let out 
transfixed 
galloped eyes 
fixated
on miles of sleep
 
hurry to the medicine, 
hurry to the protein
 
 
slow down
 
hurry to the morning, 
where night awaits
in the crooked spine of dawn
 
you are life unfolding from the sacrum
a bruised coccyx plays a wind-up song
 through your laughter
 
you are ready for the riots, 
to speak of enlightenment
 
your hair steeps inside a hot bath
unfurled 
a teabloom with lungs
you are ready for ascension from this brewing 
 
slow down