wishbone

ugh i am wasting my time. am i wasting my time? or am i learning to enjoy what i have been given? hmmmm?? what then, liberals???

Wishbone

Somehow, Spring has snuck up on me again.

I was just counting snowflakes when I felt it tap my shoulder

And when I turned to see,

All ambitions of confrontation had melted into the mud.

I took a bet with an alewife in October,

Right before the first bitter, biting serve of wind

And I swore I’d learn something before we met once more.

Yet, here I stand, dumb-struck, stuck in the mud,

And he probably drowned fighting upstream

So I guess we’ll just call it a draw.

Where has my life gone in all these seasons?

Did I shut it outside the window

After my mother begged me close it to keep in the heat?
Or did I leave it on the floor of North Station

As I hurried to catch the late train back home?
Surely I didn’t forget it

When I placed it down beside my first love’s old letters

And it’s still breathing in the chest beneath my childhood bed?
For I know a life is no hound

And it will not sit and wait for me like one.

I frigid myself with these wasted winter wagers.

Somewhere along the fault line, I split,

Leaving me holding the smaller end in my palm.

I wonder how long I’ve spent waiting for elevators.

How long I’ve spent waiting for the flame to finally catch,

Then how long to watch it lick itself clean and smother into the ground.

Ah, but the shoots spring up regardless.

And, although I may break beneath the weight of my organs,

I still carry them all the same.

I content myself with this thought, leaning back from the river,

And as I watch the Sun rise on its own like it knows it must,

I think I hear something splash in the water.