Standing in the doorway
the Earth appears warm and welcoming,
My belly is full
My mind is silently attempting to grasp
the sweet meaning of moments passed
which seem of the same make,
Every breath I take ripens me
This near and far geography holds me to a destiny
which is, I claim, hard for me.

“I hear, I hear. I want to come
I want to cry. Tell me why, why, why?”

The wet land will not let me go
I have much business through the door
But my empty mind cannot translate its message
Fruitful though I know it must be
‘different’ is all I know it says to me
Accompanied by hazy promises of adventure and discovery
inside and out of me.

“Different”

I can’t ignore a call so close to the heart of me
I know I will stand, yes, and listen
‘til the truth of it and all are revealed to me.

“Inside”
“I know.
I know me.”

I stare into the blind feeling
listening intently to the murmurs of the world
ripening and opening to the order
of Apollo’s ride through the gray white sky
And I, and I hear “tick, tick”.

“Goodbye, goodbye!”
“Remember why.”

A familiar threshold, another damn beginning
Man’s clock draws me in
The rats are lining up
and I shall pant ‘til I can end again.

06/28/2006

Posted on 06/28/2006
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