photo by Eric Alder
In mediocrity, there’s complacency,
an uneasy sense of non-urgency.
Thick as molasses, dragging my ass off;
a self-made Hades, I can’t seem to cast off.
Chills up my spine creep into my mind,
freezing thoughts in space and time.
I wish they ran smooth, warm and collected
like shells on a beach that’s connected
to the birth of a race, our humble beginnings.
I think I’ll return, start planning my trip and
when I arrive, dive deep in the waters;
find calm and peace in something that matters.
For right now, purpose all but eludes me.
Long winter nights hardly amuse me.
Mundane tasks bear down like a mass.
Three more months? Don’t think I can last.
Characters in line, yet s c A t t e R e d,
donning new costumes and knocking on doors
while I stand at the curb,
peeking between fingers and trembling;
watching them reach for treats, not knowing
if the front porch light is on or off.
“I didn’t make it,” she cried. My breath lodged
in my throat, knowing that this is real life (BOO!)
and she must feel it for all it is
because the alternative is worse –
high or low, smoked or sniffed,
emotional shut-down; silent behind
thick circles of black eyeliner.
They tell me not to quit five minutes before
the miracle happens and so, I tell her,
and she doesn’t.
And neither does he, as we see him
every night now, and at weekend games.
The trick: God’s perfect timing.
So grateful for blessings received this week. My daughter made a select volleyball team and hubby got a new position at work that cuts out his night and weekend hours. Thanks to Eric for the photo prompt.
photo prompt from Eric at Bifocal Univision
Standing at the narrow end of a tunnel,
where the bright light should be, that’s
where you’ll find me, wondering why the air is dark.
Bony tendrils poke out into the light,
their thin skin singeing with each prod.
I keep my distance just right –
like the licking of lips before a forbidden kiss,
making it long for the taste of my last breath –
a high like no other.
Did you all know I am the photography editor of an online art and literary journal called The River Muse? A new issue just came out this weekend at http://therivermuse.com.
What are you waiting for? Go read it! 🙂