10/11/2011 § Leave a comment
Here, I am.
Everywhere and nowhere,
And all the places we have been,
Like a leaf, a flake, a butterfly with bird’s wings.
I think of how you used to sit with your feet tucked in,
Curled into a half-ball watching your favourite programs,
Stories, like the ones I now watch.
I think of times with woodstoves and locked away liquor cabinets filled with gin.
I think and wonder what you think about now.
I wonder why my heart desires to live on the end of town,
Or why I love woven sweaters,
Why I believe in a common ancestry,
And why, as a kid, I built castles in the sand.
Or why I tend to run away from everything that I am
And towards the perpetual pursuit of truth.
Hello world, here I am.