11/07/12
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,
grounded
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
of duality;
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!
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,
grounded
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
of duality;
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!