standing in darkness
fingertips dulled with cold
breath a bird in my throat
i am swimming in potential
eyes grazing the stars
frantic for compass points
nothing is static under me, the ground undulating at your approach
floating, frightened, fevered
there are so many things we can give each other
so many we can take away
during the day, children play here with the same sort of abandon
their zoom and frenzy propelling the blood through hearts
jumping and thudding with a joy that
echoes in the throbbing of my own
for years I have been bud, bloom, browning petals
no child, i am finally firmly planted, perennial
but today i am
lying fallow, hoping
for an early spring
© 2011 R.B. Simon
