the inside

1.
Your eyes leaf bright or
tired like moss and grey
Prairie gold or
thunder torn sky
The sharp cool change
like seasons
like seas
You say
The color on the inside
stays the same

2.
Veins thread through
the skin of
your hands
lines blue and green
Like ghosts like
knitted arches
twisted branches
like cathedral windows
Holiness
in the blood

3.
You twist like trees in wind
Soft cracks and soft
pops of pockets
of air and fluid
between
Your vertebrae
as they settle
gentle
into place
The sound of home