Early Spring

Early Spring     2/28/2017

Another day in

And another day out

Turning on a hairpin

And twisting in circles.

Every day is the same

And we are trapped

In the same beginning

Always falling backwards

Just before sunrise.

Cats in a box

Fighting through a maze

Unable to escape

And dying over and over again.

Living through

An ever tightening vise

Of diminishing options

And predictable possibilities.

If we could live it over

What is it

That we would change

As useless then

As we are now. 

We always long

For what we cannot have

And we always covet

The ones that got away.

All that we lose

And all that we forget

Open ended and awkward

Improperly closed

Abrupt and ajar.

For me it’s a fragment

An irregular piece

Lodged in my throat

Unable to pass

Down or up

In or out. 

I thought I could win

And I thought I could bask

In the warm glow of acceptance

And blissful comfort.

It’s not like
I did not try

I did what I could

But it was far too little

And far too late. 

Win or lose

What are we to say

That some cruel

And others kind

Any day and either way. 

Water flows under our feet

And much of it has passed

Under the bridge

And out to sea.

But even now

Many cannot rest

Always seeking

And always proving. 

Empty vessels

That will never be filled

No matter how much they have

Or how much they steal. 

The soulless cipher

Let him choke on it now

Doubly dead

Gone forever

As if he never

Lived at all.