here, now

this is my long awaited loneliness:
my life in child's pose
for days,
months on end
This to shall pass,
but there is no telling
when

it
devistates me,
yet i am compelled
to dance.

it angers me,
yet i an consumed
with gratitude

i am
torn but not
tattered

i walk in final company
today, and after this
i shall slip
silently
into certain
seams and folds in space-time
and cry the tears of those unseen

those who walk a path offbeat
though they never as much
volunteered