What is this place?
Where I am,
here am I,
juxtaposed,
in relief,
contrasting
with my own existence.
Part of me is smooth and pure,
soft as down,
white as porcelain.
The rest of me,
back and cold,
hard
and covered in scales.
What am I to do?
This was not what I was.
This is not what I’ll become,
but I am more and more concerned
with surviving long enough
to make it out of here.
Some days I’m losing my mind,
others I am high up
in the sycamores,
screaming for the sky to come down
and fight me,
one on one;
and I never win.
Where do I go, now?
Did I already see,
or know,
the destination?
I am so opposed
to everything,
I must be attracted
to everything else.
The universe hides
all of its
most precious secrets
and I am peeling layers
from myself,
from this life
trying to get down to them.
The reason for it;
maybe that’s the thing.
Maybe reason isn’t enough.
Maybe this device
measures the distance
between our Faith
and our understanding.
Here I am,
constant and afraid.
Peeling off the layers,
trying to peek inside.
Curiosity killed my mind,
but I keep on asking,
anyway.
HG – 2019
