Up, up it comes, and over the rim, and I'm chasing it.
And I burst out into the dark
Wasted on nothing, giddy
I run to you, but you're not there
And I open my arms to empty air
I race out to nowhere.

I circle the scene of my folly
The bruised armor rattling alongside
I blow dust from Claire's buoyant crystal ball
And see myself trying to teleport
somewhere, anywhere,
Ahead from before, back from nowhere.

You leap to your feet and spring lightly about
I'm not sure how much of you is really there
You're an early spring day with your flax and apple cheek
And a sky blue promise rimmed in horns
Inside I rewind and laugh at the distance
From this feeling to nowhere.

And I want everything I've been saving up to want
And I want to spill this dream-drunken seed around my roots
And I see the nothingness of elsewhere, elsewhen
And I don't want to be anywhere but right where I am

It's the only place that's somewhere.

Labels: Poems