tagNon-Erotic PoetrySomewhere Bound

Somewhere Bound


Stepping not dancing
restless I’m never sure of the turns
only that the road stretches on
and I’m blown somewhere else
like dandelion wishes thoughtfully
aimless because it’s easier to drift
cloudlike than to know direction
is a sure thing after all my years
unlearning turns out to be another
dusty mythology a Bullfinch life
of pages or imagination not
what really happens

Narcissus falls in a lake
sinks or swims
Pygmalion becomes real
stepping down from the book
off the paper pedestal made flesh
maybe has an affair that falls down
or gets a job in Phoenix rises again
to some unexplored level of being

I’m just somewhere bound
it’s not a yellow brick road
but somewhere
possibly forward bound
to the warm promise
of searching eyes fingers.

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