What follows is a collaborative poem written with Carolee Sherwood of the Poetry Collaborative. We wrote it yesterday as a line by line on g chat. I heart poetry and communications…
i will run
one footfall beckons another.
the dirt path is overgrown with
thorny brambles. the moon haunts
my travels, i long for something. it is not easy,
but i will run. my legs are covered
in the forest’s calligraphy, but i run
leaving pieces of my flesh behind.
when i’m moving like this, struggling,
stumbling, gasping, bleeding, i only
feel the next moment , the next
bend, the next clearing, the distance between
me and my own pumping heart.
i have ripped out that organ and left
it behind in a satin lined box
i laid it on my lover’s pillow with a note.
(i wonder why i still hear it beating.)
i will run until i start to recognize
the places i have already been,
leaving, returning, leaving, returning, leaving
again the one around whom i will forever pace.