One Day
There will be a day the sun retreats into the cave from which it was born
A day the moon will hide her face behind the hands of God
A celestial divorce and we the scattered children
The balance, give and take, fractured in 6, to heal on the 7th
like the surgeon breaks the bone and resets
There will be a day when the oceans forget the endless game of tug of war
Leaving coastlines in a silent meditation
The chill of death will lunge across the waters
Corrupting its state, leaving them hardened like a vast plane of diamond
There will be a day our freedom is slowly suffocated
Each restricted word, each fictitiously dangerous thought
Creating repeated knots in the rope that hangs innovation
We close our mouths for forced safety
We close our eyes for a child’s rendition of justice
Life was not given to us with a promise
Our bodies constructed in the miracle that is the mother’s womb
Our souls thrown from heaven for a purpose that eludes us
Does the rain drop select its destination?
Does the seed decide the terrain in which it falls?
24 Hour
We’ve turned time into a 24 hour crucifixion
Disappointed with our own Resurrection
I’ve made plans to rob my own grave
Swap eyes and switch hearts
I had a father who wasn’t my father but we parted
Now he occasionally leaves my cabinet door open
Kieran Orndorff is an Assistant Project Manager with Century Kitchens. He’s currently pursuing a bachelors in business administration at Western Governors University. Kieran lives in Winchester Virginia with his wife and three dogs.