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A thought on the porch. |
I caught the light in my bony fist; A dark cage and its gaoler thumb. With freedom, it shot past my wrist, Retaliation in mind, blind and numb. I blinked as it came; a shower in my eye, Spots on the ceiling to even the score. Pushing past, it hit the marble shy, Rising and speeding, to spread the lore. A rustle brought the wind with its comrades, Few old leaves and assorted pollen. I closed my eyes and left the raid, Engaging in a dream I had once stolen, Last seen on a stormy night, Painted on the back of my lids for a moment right. I left the ground for a ship in the clouds, Nobody to chide and no talk of shrouds. Sailing on divinity and suspended by will, I am homeward bound with a heavy till. A light came, blotching the paint, Reality pounced, speeding unchecked, The sun was leaving the setting quaint, As I gazed, the leaves darkened and the night decked. The house behind, woke and spluttered, A curtain billowed and voices beckoned, I shut my eyes again undeterred, Yet the ship had sailed, as I had reckoned. A restlessness creeped into my heart, Yanking from beneath and climbing aboard, I steered it past the curtain and hearth, In search of its Almighty Lord. I lay my head on the dusted ground, I opened the sails of my dusty heart, It rose and rose to astound, A meek soul cowered apart. |