Eddy


If time moves in fluid sweeps
(A river range with dips and peaks)
Then I am in an eddy here,
Spinning 'round, yet stuck with fear,
Quite unsure of day or year.

My brain, with chatter running on
Is future bound, no sleep, no yawn
As coils of my cerebral goo
Just want to know what will I do,
Where will I fly, not where I flew.

And yet my heart is leaning back,
A tender dog in a vicious pack.
It tastes the meat I grilled last year
And with nostalgia sheds a tear
And cannot see through eyes unclear.

If brain's ahead and heart's behind,
The tense I'm in is one combined.
Plans to run but feet of stone,
Forceful song with shaky tone,
Emotions all, but time for none.

It leaves me dancing in a hole.
Not rest for me. No climbing pole
To aid in my ascent to now,
The present tense to whom I bow
But with my frailty never know.



(From an unseen work in progress, 2004. See your imagination.)



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