this is a poem i wrote yesterday after some heavy thinking about the position i occupy and the position another person, like me, occupies. needless to say, said person and i have much in common, more so than either of us probably realizes and it is simply a matter of many circumstances that we ever crossed paths in the first place. now that our lives have intersected in this overly-complicated manner, we share a common interest so strong that it almost seems as if it has bonded him and i in some sort of unsaid companionship. we are on the search for the same thing, for however much we think we know each other, there are so many aspects we can not write out or sketch up that it would take a lot of digging between lines and into shading to reach any solid conclusions about the intentions of either one of us. not enemies--more like two sides to the same coin, each wanting just as much as the other to not land facing the ground. purity is lighter than cowardice, so i have strong hope of my coming out on top. my coming into everything has given me a seat in the brain of a fellow traveler that can not come within an inch of my striking pace. i can walk and walk and walk. hours. days. years. and i can be a ghost.
and GHOSTS DON'T SHUT UP.
so here it is............................................thanks for your time and INTEREST.
he is the air
opposing me-
the gusts coming downhill
while i trudge upward
(he bites like i do)
wraps himself around
the parts of our fingers
that have, in some senses,
felt the same things
(he's trying)
(like me)
we stay up because
we can't ask the wind to numb us enough-
(our jaws hurt)
our senses wail with an
uncertainty regarding the stimulus
(it's in all of us)
mine shines through the
neatness of areas that do not belong to me
while he
(suspended from a blade in the sky)
clips hope
from the clouds and talks her back to
the rocky ground
