Firewood

Semi-old piece now, but a favorite for performance. Check it.

Will you ever let it go?

It's funny, cause when I look at you like this, you dont seem so far away.

You don't seem so gone.

I dont know if I'll ever be the same,

and I don't know if your'e the one who did this to me,

but time is short, and our lives are unpredictable, so what is life to you?

Do we really play with a full deck of where-tos and meant-to-bes?

Do we really play with a full deck at all, or at this point-

is it wishful thinking?

Life unfolds around you, for you, not because of you.

We unravel our own sweaters, and roll out our own golden carpet.

We spark the little changes, we dance the little lights in and out of play.

Behind every life.

State your subject matter, make it small.

It has to fit in the palm of my hand, only so many characters.

Fill your body with black ink and soul,

empty your every force on me,

slip it into the mail, seal it with a thank you to a god you dont believe in,

and trust me to still be in the same house next week.

It's a lot of faith for the faithless to have.

Something bigger is at play, but we cant get over ourselves long enough to really look at it.

We make a god in our image, without recognizing the true play on our stage.

You are not an actor.

Without you, there is no understudy, no stand-in.

The kissing scene just wouldnt be the same.

The scene where you walk away, blow a farewell forget-me-not and flap your wings.

Spell it out.

If we were so weak that you really needed me, how many poems would I forget to write?

We grow tall under the sun, we lite up like fireflies.

We lean on other branches, we discard what we dont need.

We never forget.

IN this forest of lost thoughts and transient continuum,

we collect dead flowers between the pages of unwritten books.

Books full of words and heartbroken authors.

We will never cease to see the sunlight,

no matter how much time gos by.

No matter how much moss grows upon my face.

We will always face a life, holding hands touched by the sun and moon.

Kissed by my goddess.

Press onward in the face of enlightenment.

The distance is never as great, time never as all consuming.

I will seek comfort and reason only after my body has failed me,

so that you may use me as firewood.