so fixed
that it must be broken
a lingering autumn leaf
dances in the early spring breeze
across heavy wet snow
I do not move like the detritus
I am weighty as the H2O
taking its restrictive form
I am rigid, taught
hyper and attentive, tense
so unmoving
that it is demanded
I should jostle, jive, and bend
so unnerving is the stillness
it is begged that it should end
fractured to fix
set fast so as to slow
unseen fantasies
that have set my world aglow
at last I’m untethered
by lives not bettered
with no grasp at destiny
who could deny the lineage of events
this moment depends upon!
how could we give up
unfixing the withdrawn
and with intention create
causes lacking such hesitation
Categories
secured, or
The Halfwit Writer 