Go

Wait a while
Sit and see
See the whole world
Rush to meet
Your feet

The chest feels tight
The breath filling
Shallow and quick
The eyes blur
The focus shifts

Take the quick breath
Feel the muscles hurt
Feel them pull
And scrape and tear

As you pull yourself
Up
From that seat
That chair
Where you sat
Waiting

It's your turn now
But you've grown comfortable
Waiting
Happily sitting

Afraid of the pain
Afraid of the change
Afraid of the fear
You feel

So you stay where you know
and become an expert
At sitting
At waiting

Ignore your name called
Ignore the signs
And watch the others
pass you by.

Destructions

Followed to a point
Early often the point
Where sheets are crumpled
and the panic set in
Each section placed
A screw lost
A side unseen
A list missed
The key
To turn
Suspiciously absent

And it sets,
It builds
the panic
the cost
the anger
the fear

damp it down
take a breath
pretend and pretend

sit back and wait
wait and clear
and find
find find
under the chairs
the couch
the wall
the fridge
the next room. and you find it
the one thing
under your boot
under you
you were the biggest destruction
in your own way.

but hey
you have it now
and get on with it.

The Eyes

I did see it,
there
beyond the spiculations
and the strange edges
there
in the deep black
in the darkness
a warmth
an abyss
waiting there
teetering at the edge
gasped breath
a little hitch
cover it with moving
with the warm look
moved
to widened silliness,
but I saw it
I saw it all

You can hide it.
you can wait,
you can see who snaps first,
but I knew
and you knew I knew
the careful control
you have
over your shoulders
your arms
your chest
but your eyes
and your hands
they give you away
and I've seen it
I've seen it all.

Spring

Spring pushes up
Little and slowly
From the deep core
Pushing through the cold
The frost
Softening the earth
Last years leaves
mulching into next year greens
The white dead sits on new green
As it slowly sprouts
Reaching to the sky
To the height
Spinning off this surface
Off the land
Off the spinning core pulling it back
Pushing out
Reaching for the sun
Reaching for its loving embrace
It's wash of warmth
It's magic heat
Opening the world
Feeding it full
Of a world
Perfectly adapted
To live
Again

Roll around the year rolls on
And it will roll into death again
And again
But it always comes back
It always pushes up
And springs.