A rare rainy Friday and fasting is required
the prescriptions and proscriptions I turn to
leave me weaker than before
the cures that ail me.
Can’t catch a breath
the deep one I need eludes me
the comforts I crave allure me.
Soft percussive patter on the roof keeps the tempo easy
in its rhythm molecules dance with my lungs
my blood is nourished by the sea of air that sustains us
the hydrogen the oxygen coming together falling apart
their motion feeding a fire at the center of everything.
A failure of vision accounts for the state I’m in
uneasy lies the crown less looms large inaction in action
only by being still can I move on.
Yet I start at every lucid thought
each appears in a burst of clarity
crepuscular eyes lulled by twilight shadows squint
a temporary blindness a regressive reflex
hobbles agility leaves me lame.
Jack be nimble!
Or be the inevitable thing you create with fear
the demons you summon from your ignorance
snapping at your heels always one step ahead
waiting in a future you invented
to overwhelm mediocrity and devour reticence.
The damage done by others
the self-inflicted wounds
they take their toll.
You hobble on
eventually you will stop
realizing the road never ends
the destination was always wherever you find yourself
the trip was the purpose.
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