Life Realized
Life Realized
That night.
The gunfight.
Obsessed with the obscure.
Like sand,
Slipping through the cracks.
My hand,
Soon empty, inevitable.
A few remain,
Glittering in my palm.
Those little grains
Glimmering like the stars.
The dull made more noticeable.
The glimmering, made brilliant
Like flashes in the night.
Those that drop, recede,
Forever out of reach,
Lost in the sea of ‘could be’.
Two turns to three.
Sneaking, always past me,
But vigilant I remain.
If only to hear
The squeak beyond my window.
Why can’t I be outside?
Of me?
Of you?
Of this.
Room; bright, blinding,
To the mind more than the eyes.
It is all there,
Just reach and grab.
But the wrong things are in my clutches,
They are not stilts, simply crutches,
To turn me into sand.
To slip through the cracks in your hand.
Life Realized
Life Realized
That night.
The gunfight.
Obsessed with the obscure.
Like sand,
Slipping through the cracks.
My hand,
Soon empty, inevitable.
A few remain,
Glittering in my palm.
Those little grains
Glimmering like the stars.
The dull made more noticeable.
The glimmering, made brilliant
Like flashes in the night.
Those that drop, recede,
Forever out of reach,
Lost in the sea of ‘could be’.
Two turns to three.
Sneaking, always past me,
But vigilant I remain.
If only to hear
The squeak beyond my window.
Why can’t I be outside?
Of me?
Of you?
Of this.
Room; bright, blinding,
To the mind more than the eyes.
It is all there,
Just reach and grab.
But the wrong things are in my clutches,
They are not stilts, simply crutches,
To turn me into sand.
To slip through the cracks in your hand.
