The horses are walking everywhere
in my mind,
they’re always stomping out of unexpected places
or passing by again on the familiar jungle driveway.
I’ve lost the thread –
it’s like I’ve burned through the thread of meaning
faster than everyone else…
Or was it ever there?
Maybe once the thread is truly exorcised –
then I can land on my butt in the sand,
by something much sturdier than a string of story.
Ah the ever-hopeful Hope,
I’ll shatter you –
didn’t I already look Despair in the eyes?
Haven’t I fallen to my knees in the pool of desperation
one too many times?
I am here now.
Wondering what “here” looks like…
Day in and day out my shadows chase me,
never more than a handbreadth
from strangling my light.
You, sister, tell me where we’re going;
tell me where to look
or where to put my foot –
I’ll put my faith in your footstep.
If you have no answer for me
we’ll skip forward, in time:
married on the swing-set of unknowable destiny.
Playgrounds are no place for lonely cloaks
I shrug it off
as this family of stars embraces me.
Adieu, Sorrow! N’oublie pas,
at least shut the horse-gate on your way out!