7/07 ...in the walk in-between. |
The luckiest day of the year is slowly being swept away. A walk in the sunshine is sarcastically screaming at me "life isn't always so keen!" while I make my way home. Past familiar cars. Past humble stretches of property. Past neighbors old and new; known or not. Past my passed past. Every day is not like today save for its beginning and ending. The least-likely day of the year is shaping up nicely as nothing special to be ecstatic or concerned about. I see every fallen tree as a reminder of what it's like to live a life without. If I had a poem for every let-down I've either caused or faced, I could offer a subscription to Literature Weekly with a prescription for some pretty serious anti-depressants. But it isn't the pain of being let down that matters so much. It's the joy in getting there. The weather is prototypical. I'm just lazy and weak. The loveliest day of the year is catching me sleeping on the train tracks. The problems in my heart are leaking and filling up my head. Where do you go to donate love? I've got so much to give. It keeps me from being lonely, sure, but it doesn't stop me from being alone. Maybe I'm my own worst gunman-in-the-tall-grass with the way I fend off chicks by my ridiculous style and independence. Or overindulgence; my love being relegated to a condiment on a girl's ego sandwich. The longest day of the year has little to do with today. There's always something better out there that someone has heard of and someone else has something to compare. Be not scared. Be not immune. Be not shy or insincere. Be true. If I've seen nothing, I believe I've seen enough to say as much for you. Just keep doin' what ya gotta do. But in my life I've seen it all and everything left is simply filling in what's in-between. |