oblivious and free
Sometimes, after watching the news,
I think my body's on the verge
of closing shop, inches from total,
unceremonious oblivion, and it's amazing
how easily I can admit defeat,
collapse on the couch
with ginger tea, or Pepto,
call for an extra set of hands
to prop the pillows,
unearth the slippers, a novel, massage.
In the morning, bouncing to the next task,
I forget exactly what I sounded like,
so plaintive and still.
I unremember the evening,
when I lay so prone and empty,
with nothing to give.
I disregard the red light
and run into the street again,
oblivious, full, hopelessly free.
I had to move this poem around a bit to fit into the space allowed on my website. Sorry Maya. Hope it didn't mess it up too badly.
Thanks for posting this, Judi -
and the line breaks are wonderful!
I'm happy that it's OK. :-)
Posted by: Judi at January 19, 2006 10:22 PM