While I Added Things Up

When I sat down
between the bed and the street
to add things up
I saw the well of tears.

The dead sighed in me.
My breath felt like the south wind.
Far flung dreams sung in my chest.
Everywhere in my closed eyes
I saw the glint of sun
on the wings of faraway birds.

Although I sat here
resting in a familiar place
I knew my ghost had muscles.
I felt the future parts of my body
flex.

How deep was this
well of tears?
It went as far as
the extent of my arm,
where I wished I had gone
where I might still go.