poetomachia

Gliding through the vapors hovering about the earth
Cresting on sight of the curve
I breathe in silently
Like a shark in the water
Choosing my path and changing my mind with a bend and a twist
I knock at your front door
It is you I choose
I smile and wait for your answer
Ready to glide off again
At the slightest hesitation

She pretends to be alive to the passion of it all
But inside she is black and coal
I’m lost in the rush to accomplish and goal
Meanwhile, there is dying within my soul

Wherever I go
The Fires follow
Are they taunting me
Or stalking me?
What is their business?

I have become strange to myself
And the wind treats me like an alien
Cooling me only if it must
Baking me when it can spare
Heat from my desert

I look down, and I see the ant.
He seems to pause in recognition.
But he is only rearranging his load
Without thinking
He is automatic

And so it goes
As the continents float by
With plans for the distant future
While I am called to the present
To make amends
And batten down
My trouble

running through
neither dwelling in
nor fleeing by
wings with shallow draft