Windless Moons
Jun 5th, 2009 | By W.B. Burkholder | Category: PoetryO, to find a vessel of rescue,
to find one of hope,
engines racing,
To free the besieged, and forgotten,
O, to find a vessel of rescue,
to find one of hope,
engines racing,
To free the besieged, and forgotten,
front to back
back to front
right to left
left to right
poopy to licky
licky to poopy
snoopy is snoopy
Are you wearing your life jacket, I wonder?
Something to preserve you, should
you fall out of your relationship,
over the side of love, and into the deep?
Here in your home, a cardboard box,
where slits act as mini-blinds;
you sit sanitized by life.
My mind is an empty room swept clean of debris
Airy and light, the sun shines brightly through large, open windows
Hidden from sight, I watch
As you race out the front door and leap off the front porch
Car keys gleaming in the summer sun
Your face laughing, as you back out of the driveway
Headed wherever your whim takes you.
Night falls slowly, blending dark with light