It Sits Upon Me

This

I did not think the wet would fall this way and never hit the soil

Coming back down from reality's lofty perch I push the seat in and walk away.

So many pretty girls
And Each One walks by my table

Never smiling
Oh no
But one

One, with a curious twitch of the face
That glance pleased me
The interest that flashed in her eyes
Like the discovery of a newborn calf still twitching in its embryonic sac.

The cord is cut.

Out in the cold, I run till my feet grow numb

Never
Knowing
the
Warmth
That is you

Why am I left in this bleak winter to die like one of Cheif Joseph's braves

In the cold barren hills with no blanket

And I'll get no benchmark gravestone

At least afford me the luxury of a comforting touch
From the hands of a ticking clock.
But memories fight on the churned-sod battlefield of my memory
And never knowing the correct time was there all along
and NO not here

Why did I go along for so many rides only to come home
To a true love already gone?

If only I had known on that 4-year-old day with suitcase packed and
Door flung open
But I waited to hear the words of life
The words we cannot die without hearing

No

And all the sudden birds for which my heart beat fast have flown
And 4-legs with short hair all wagging and waving their tails
Will not understand I have grown tall on the outside

While echoes of NO bounced on the court slept in the classroom

Pressed down on the hollow spaces between sleep Followed me up into thin air

Yet I ungrowing in the tight oxygen

will not cry wolf

Though it sits upon me.