I asked for this.
Every sensation.
The drifting heart
with no anchor.
I lit upon
your tiny island
for a moment’s peace
and I made ready.
You didn’t ask
and I’m a curious creature.
So when the day came,
there we were;
gone again,
into the great In-Between.
Here and there,
we imagined.
I bet you thought
that somehow,
you could hold my feet
and I’d stop flying away.
Attach a golden lead to me
and you would never
have to fear me
leaving.
I’m not the type
who gets tied up in things.
I’m a force of nature.
I am the wind,
I am the breath,
I am a thing
of your imagination;
not here,
but not there.
I am the journey.
I am the In-Between.
That place
where you first saw me
was not my home,
it was only temporary.
I’m only here,
because you see me.
My position
is infinite.
Thinking that I’m anchored
to this thing we are
is disingenuous.
At best,
it is painful,
at worst,
it is torture,
so let me help you.
You can be anywhere
and everywhere, too.
You can be
in between
the sky and the blue.
You can come with me
away from this
single point of view.
Just hold on so tight;
don’t let me go on
without you.
I am the wandering eye
that fell on you.
I am a comet’s desire;
I’m never burning out,
as long as I move.
Tie
your hand on to mine.
I’m ready to go,
I’m ready to fly.
I need
you to understand,
that when we go,
we leave everything.
I
was a wandering star.
You caught me,
now here you are.
You’ve got me,
I’m dragging you out.
Hold on,
don’t let go.
You’re building gravity
of your own.
HG -2018
