This Verse

When the sky opens up
over the central highlands
cracking bright knuckles of light
and hail
Remind yourself how lucky
you are, safe stuck in the car
watch cat videos
forget how much
you never wanted 
any of this

Some days we get so turned around
back to front
like that sickening game
with your head on the bat
bat on the ground
You try to run
and the earth leaps up
to greet you hard
until someone teaches you
the way through:
Just a simple roll forward
and you will right yourself

I hear them all chirping:
birds and crickets
They could care less about these worries
and knots I'm twisting myself into
Let it go, they say
as the sun slips away
We'll be here singing tomorrow

And then you have a good day
or maybe two
remember why this seemed
like a wise idea
all those nights ago
when you imagined
what your life could be  

We have become invisible:
now there is not even a trace
of what we loved so badly

What can be mended from childhood
after all?
There is no sipping back of words
spoken carelessly
or rewrapping of unsent gifts
But healing nudges its way
in the singing of your name

That day the world came down
and with it the fantasy
we could work hard enough
to drive away pain

Some days I am so full of questions
there is no room left
for even the surest of answers

What I am, you see, is tired
Are there not enough arms
to hold up the fragile world?
So I can let mine drop
and curl myself
around your warm spine

I want to build lanterns
of every broken thing
tin cans and glass jars
to light every path

This is how a life is made
perfection is too small
we spin magic
from every disappointment