Wild wild write

missiles

it is not the first time missiles travel down this path to break these walls.
a father who is more absent to the walls of his house
has precisely shot a missile
to destroy the company of his household.
in the choosing of his descendants
he has fired belittling ammo to self-destruct.
Yes! In the center of its beginning
a seed embraces the ground with its dirt,
hugs it more when water attends their union
and produces a branch that interjects as a trunk.
spiraling stairs into my limbo
would tell you rooms only bed dust,
cobwebs practice rules to tell it where to hang,
so the joy of wind is only trapped in its mind.
it’s only trapped where his shadow falls.

Ruddapoet