WORLD VIEW
Silicon squares intercept my world,
breaking the view into pieces,
keeping me away from love,
now just a type of movie, my chair in the projector room.
Even a speck of dust destroys reality,
defeats my attempt to forget the barrier.
I fall into days without pushback, hugging trees,
lichen dust on my hands,
sourdough and pitch odors stuck in me;
Green grasses and other stringy carriers of juicy sweetness
grind under my feet, leaving my boots stained,
slippery with yellowish-sticky blood;
reptilian briars grab at my clothes, begging for my flesh,
persistent in their clawing, conniving;
meadow flowers, unaccustomed to being viewed
by the likes of me,
return inquisitive looks through their sleepy lids,
wondering what lay in store for us when we collide,
in love or war;
pollen, unseen, sneaks into me, riding my inhales,
brushing past my defenses,
leaving fuzzy fingerprints on my mucous membranes.
All of this carnival
boiling around me, in me,
carrying me to outside of myself toward freedom,
denied.
The memories crush me under their ponderous hammering.
I roll to another view with hope
of connection with the unformed, untamed.
Where is that place now?
mgeisser
