Which one
of us is gonna give in
to the next great unknown?
Variegated
purple, blue horizon.
Soul quenching,
secret deep.
Instead of fighting,
baring our teeth
and making weapons
of whatever we touch;
if we imagine,
if we just
let our hands hang
empty at our sides
and realize
there’s a place
down the river for us.
Down that winding, green
serpentine.
Waves of grace unfolding,
if we just give in,
instead of trying to kill each other.
Maybe I’ll just let you take what’s mine.
Maybe I never really needed it;
never needed anything.
Maybe it’s my time
to float on by
and leave you all standing
on the shoreline
with that stupid look on your face;
somewhat confused,
but still self-satisfied.
As I move on to the next thing
and you’re still standing there;
pacified.
I have never been the type
to stand upon the sand
and fear the water.
I’ve always been too curious,
it seems.
I never understood,
or never understand,
this wandering desire
to just let go
and float away
around the bend again.
Why would you stand so close
to the water’s edge
and not get in?
I guess you’ll never know
marigolds,
under a blue horizon
and the feeling of giving in
to a new unknown.
Your smile slips
and hands ball into fists.
that’s just the way it goes
when we can’t admit
we fear our own desires.
Sometimes we have to
just let go
to win the war
within each and every one of us
and just
float away…
…float away…
…float away…
HG – 2017
