Confetti

& here stand I, beside my belief
While the confetti of a storm slides my skin
With everything that we are within my fist,
All I can do is keep breathing.

& here stand I, unmoved by
The shy hidden sun emerging
Behind once ashen clouds that shatter-
Shreds, after shreds into abyss

This is to the ghost ship,
No longer haunting,
What manifests & possess-
Have wrecked to dissolve into
Grains, and grains of sands

This is to
 another moment of change.