The Best Years of Our Lives

January 15, 2010

I’m there, I sit back, I tilt, I slide down, and fall on my back
That’s all right with me.
Up at angles, at twists, at turns, at jagged spiky points
All right above me.

This is the place, this is it, this is the spot to be on my back.
I’m all there with you.
Down at bends, and burning pains, spinning visions, eyes fogged.
It doesn’t matter with you.

There is the tree. Look up at the tree. It’s coming down.
It’s coming down.
Little pale pieces, shy away from me as I breathe.
It’s coming down.
Coming down.

You’re down the path ahead of me, right there in front of me.
Right there waiting.
Distorted by branches and by the wind, your back is facing me.
Waiting there for me.
Waiting. There.