stranger

I wrote this driving home to Fairgrove,MI one night. Skymama still inspires.


March 3, 2010 at 4:18pm



I could drive east all night to watch you
Rise orange brown in the black night
You were there all along glowing
With my raising.
Do you know why I can't relate?
Do you know why I find contradictions?
Maybe it was the herb that brightened me
Inside
Or maybe the Shaman and the story too strange to tell,
The one that separates me from the listener every time.
Was it the nonsensical discipline about standing perfectly straight
Under florescent lights?
The catechism,
The piano lessons?
Mom told me I was fussy and didn't like to be held.
Dad told me I have fidgeted since the beginning.
So, perhaps
Original Sin.
My pain is pain.
But it has exotic
Flavors that I cannot describe.
I reach far to connect,
Look for the common everywhere.
I wanted all the countries to be friends when I was
Seven and learning their names.
But
We know even friends
Aren't really friends
As much as they are
Only in
Agreement.
So,
You
The untouchable, the
Soft,
The constant changeable
See-er.
I am
Always alone
When my eyes fill up with you.
And alone is natural
Then