a social contract

Anger is a poverty of breath

sucking is not to suckle

the air on our bodies

swells with our heart’s tide

and resonates

in its cave of understandings

assumed is accepted

mark’s merit

balancing elephants

it might be we are

so sure the sweat

of temples

won’t topple into passerbys?

but we are

and so shoulds become

and color our windows

to joy in the sight of the light