Tonight my feet are gold spheres,
I’m pushing past the footpath,
Shoe-soles folded against concrete
Like an eclipse no one else can see.
Traffic is waving past me,
All those twinkling headlights
And busy people, they are needful,
Always tugging for more room,
A futile searching for things unfound.
I turn the corner and stumble past them,
An ocean full of broken stones,
My heartbeats following the same flight
As a flock of blackbirds,
The trill of a lone, hungry bat.
There’s an animal instinct in me to flee
The broken bushes, wind-soul of the eerie silence.
A cold piece of the inner city where
Deaths’ door reigns an omnipotent whoosh
Between ancient trees and chipping concrete.
I believe there are secrets the dead keep,
A universe-full of unwritten scribe,
Perhaps the heartbeat reappears,
Unable to break the cork of coffin and soil
Once the flowers wilt and the grass regrows
And I’m not yet ready to hear some invisible voice,
Have my flesh tarnished by the untouchable.
Senses keen, I’m suddenly aware
There is no reconciliation
For cold hands that can no longer feel.
And, feet burning of fight or flight, I shout into
The nearing brightness of a busy parking lot.
Unashamed, I am glorified by the speaking,
Walking flesh and blood found
In coffee-shop windows and fast food patrons.
I want only the warm bask
Of past-time conversation,
And my familiar apartment,
All one-thousand square feet of it,
And my family, hot coffee, old books, words.And to keep on breathing. Just to breathe.
Written for my very own 1st prompt Warning The Stars Saturday Prompts. I invite everyone to stop by on Saturdays. Read, partake and share what you come up with. Or merely serve the muse. :)