Subterranean

The sunlight underneath

the leaves,

which shadow

the streets,

which handle

feet,

which carry

people’s speak,

which hold

lies, truths, and everything

in between…

What happens when it all goes dark?

No shadows to limn

your existence.

Your feet disappear

in the perpendicular crease,

and when breaths leak speak,

we lie on the truth,

because that’s our home…

underneath.