Poet13's Blog

I have lived too long to be doing what I am doing
should have had enough no more be wiser.

Here I come around the bend again
arms full of empty promises.

I recognize and inhabit the spaces between our togetherness
I understand the power of transcendence but I am too fat to fly.

Peter Pan walks with a cane remembering dreams in treetops
bowing over neat rows of tidy houses with shiny red roofs.

In repose I suppose things could be worse
it’s up to me if I find my way home again.

But that place seemed so small from the sky
and I have tumbled to earth too many times.