The First Step
Watching, eyes closed,
The door extends ajar,
Imaginings composed.
My fingers trace
Small paths along the bar,
Expelling those opposed.
In silent promise,
New worlds await.
For entry want
My journey take.
The lands beyond
I wish to tread.
Must look ahead,
Must look ahead.
Watching, eyes closed,
The door extends ajar,
Imaginings composed.
My fingers trace
Small paths along the bar,
Expelling those opposed.
In silent promise,
New worlds await.
For entry want
My journey take.
The lands beyond
I wish to tread.
Must look ahead,
Must look ahead.
The Other Side
What is it that is Beyond this wall? Herein the premises of th’ apartment, I find myself, once again, Pondering the far reaches Of what the world contains Outside of this domain. I ne’er a look Give to its outer face. My feet, Ne’er have they, a single touch To th’ earth Belonging to the other side. Dear brick, My friend, could you move A bit? Just give me a taste Of the other side. Dear brick, My barrier, could you turn A bit? Just give me a glimpse Of your other face. Oh, have I been staring At the same earth, The same walls, The same skies, For all this time! Even the stars seem constant, Ne’er a change In the way they are patterned Across the night. Please, Dear world, Show me something different. Please, Dear world, Show me something new. |
A Life Limited to a Mile
If your life, full-extended, were a one-mile squared, What would you do? What could you do To pass the time and fill the space With such so little spared? To dream of worlds outside your world, To talk of dreams displaced, To sit and smile and sigh for once, Find joy from such encase. To be effaced, or to remove Oneself from complex tasks, To lead a simple life, a happy life, Without too much to ask. One hop, one skip, one jump, you’re there From one side to the next. Your whole life balanced on one-mile squared, With time to think and time to dream, No time to stand perplexed. If you lived in such small a space, How long would be a while? Would thoughts, would words, Send out streams, Or would you keep them in one place, Would then your words be more worthwhile? Would it be lonely, or would you live In company with yourself? Would the world be made of your misgive, Or in your world would you create Your own Utopia? In your world, who would dictate? Your mind or your imaginings? What would you relive? If you could stop, think for a while Of how your life would be. If your life were a mile squared, Would you have invited me? |