Dust
I pace around and around in a house of
closed doors.
I open each and wander through.
I have moved through this room before
And will do again.
I circulate the house
Round and round,
Opening and closing, closing and
opening.
My pacing slows
My skin dries
My mind gets heavy with the dust
That sits in the stifling air.
'Go outside' my heart whispers
Weakened to the thoughts of my mind.
My mind answers 'fuck off'
And my heart cowers behind my chest.
It keeps on beating, refusing to stop.
Whispering still
'Immerse yourself and your primal urge'
My mind, heavy with new dust,
settling on old dust and dead skin,
relents a tiny bit.
My mind is stagnant, stuggling. It is
not free.
My choices are imposed on me.
As I walk around and around
This old crumbling house
I stop and look at the shafting
sunlight.
My heart screams out..
'GO OUTSIDE and breathe some fresh air,
Go outside and smell frost giving way
to spring.
The woodland sounds are yours to hear
The grass is soft and lush to touch.
Go, give your life to the earth out
there.'
I pause for just a little bit longer
As the sun slides away, giving way to
night.
I go outside,
Walk outside,
Run outside,
Down the road and to the right.
Dust flying from my sight.
Feb 2012
