Walking the Dark You Left

walking the dark you left

Walking the Dark You Left

This is but a dead zone
Mimicking energy on the edge
For if it moved, would hovering
Delay everything upon its door
Perhaps this is where every birth
Is so deep into its own germination
It forgot life was beginning
And here is where I wonder
What movement felt like once
As I float like an anchored hollowed tree
Feeling its down stream across
Its back that goes under to breathe
The rot it must become to wash
Over the shores that are missing
Does the world great me like
Technology from twenty-five years ago
As I used it in its deformity
Stuck there on its yesterday
To live twenty-five years from now
As if it were already before
I awoke to my morning prison
Of a bed in a paper closet
Unmoved yet, mimicking that motion
Waves of open unwired communities
Above me connecting everyone
But me in my place that grew
A tree out of rotted roots to
Mobilized home into a sky of branches

Full of imagined limits
As overtalk and uptalk deluded
The dreams that seemed to form
Despite the silence inside this
Mason jar inspection of my wings
Just a twig to survive on
And holes in the lid to warm me
On nights for camping in the snow
With winds showing everywhere
Else to be, than this parked-ness
Of accepting my dimension
And that dimension of you that stayed
Is only a wish of a new home
With jobs kissing my feet
Begging for the doors I sweep
With cats to wander my footprints
Because there is no you here
Like him out there when I
Split all the me's that could be
To touch the man you could have
yet, here is the one that couldn't
And me with thoughts of more
Home and drawings of webs
Of me taller than I slept for
So I roll over to sleep until shells
Peel me from my stagnation
So much dwelling on a maybe man
To be me, only me, with wounds
Gone beyond the scars they lit, ...gone

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