Saturday, March 28, 2009
as the skies darken, the clouds brim with moisture filling my head,
insistent that I feel the weight of its tears---
or during the night, a quick rolling wave from within leads me to tumble
down Alice's tunnel, never reaching bottom, caught in the in-between---
or in the brightest of summer days, when clouds drift aimlessly
in a robins egg sky, the sun turns on me, sears my eyes, bruises my eyelids--
or in a moment with friends, advance warning blows in with a wave
of nausea and shrinking vision. warning the hostage has been taken and helplessly,
I watch the rush of balloons filled with joy, scatter in the sky.
