Day 52
Matthew Ritger

Paralysis brothers sleep.
If they can say he’s been asleep
then I can pray he dreams:

The steel field of a sea
on the moon, where we speak
in the silent language
brothers know: See us
stone-skipping, not boys,
but men. Long lives

going on, into the absence
of gravity: You float to me,
laughing. I skip a stone
just right, and it goes on

and it goes on infinitely.