Here I am,
throwing myself at the sky.
Watching this fire
die.
Stirring the coals,
urging my soul
to fly.
All alone,
but I made myself this way.
I could have asked you
to stay,
and you would,
because you’re good
as the words
you say.
I find myself fallen down,
seeking the best around.
To lift me up,
it’s easy, but
I’m staked to the ground.
There’s no place
left to go,
except up.
I can feel it
rising in my blood.
Trying to let go
of the only way I know
isn’t easy,
but it needs to be
possible.
Here I am,
throwing myself at the stars,
don’t seem to get very far
before I come back,
not sure what I lack
for them to reject me this hard.
I thought that we were made
all of the same
dust and stuff,
but that’s not enough
for them to take me away.
We’re grounded down here.
It should be clear,
that all of our problems
would be absolved
of we turned our eyes away from fear.
It’s just us
and our
wild imaginations,
turning father against son,
nation against nation.
I thought we might have learned
by now.
We know how all this turns out.
So, I keep lifting my eyes
and throwing myself
at the sky
and coming back again.
HG – 2022
