Heavily I sit down
in such a way that you
might never fully understand.
Though my heart is light,
it remains forever heavy
with the thought, the notion
of the weight of my world
resting crookedly upon my shoulders.
I feel so much older
that I have ever been.
Heavier than even the weight of water.
I know that I ought to
think less, and say more
but this becomes such a chore.
I end up sounding boorish.
That becomes my ultimate wish,
to have and to hold
without the heaviness
of my life.
Somehow, it all turns out right.

12/17/2009