a lot is changing
but I still feel
stuck
stuck in lines I
walk
phrases I say
the need to
wait
wait
wait
when I want
to run
sprint to the
mountains and the
road and the
nowhere until I’m
so in the middle of it
I can’t even
imagine
where I came from
can’t see another soul
to tell me this isn’t
what I want
or what I should want.
I want to find
where I fit
to go home and have
home go with me–
and yet also
there are things
we need
and I don’t know if I’m
just too timid
or doing the right thing.
I hear
the latter but from those
whose feet have
forgotten how to
leap.
In the dark I learned
how to be still
still to survive
still to conserve the energy
for breath
to make myself
small
and still smaller–
but now I want to shuck
the dark off, slough
it away like snakeskin
and just be LOUD
and for once hope, believe
see it dawn true and pink
before my eyes–
what if it all works out?