Chart a Course
Friday, August 21, 2009
You’ve seen my heart at every compass point –
to the north, the south, the east, the west, we’ve met.
You’ve followed me and now you know how quick
the weeds take over paths; my paper piles
grow and shift. My plans expand and scatter wide
until retrieval flusters even me.
You’ve seen me pull life back from cliffs of chaos,
back to order, sense, and light, but not
without a cost: I weep, I sleep, I eat
whatever calls to me, with consequence.
I spiral downward, grasp at branches, roots.
Yet still you say you want to go with me.
You say, “Forever,” and I, “Forever,” back.
I take this gift you offer and head east.