by Jennifer Smith

Created on: July 03, 2008

INDECISION

I Am Sinking

Because you speak in tongues
And you feel like bereavement.

Because in this hurricane
You do not hold on or let go but
Take shelter;
Your wind falls
In rivets on puddles;
Paddles pant and wail in upturned wood
For the chaos you love to thrive in;
So that
When it comes your turn,
Raincoat in hand
They will not listen,
Remember,
Eyes at upturned madness
Blindfold:

"I am floating lost,"

And together we listen, deafness.

I am sinking,
Life ring afloat, just yonder a boat
While whispers flail and flaunt about,
Defeated without a single blow and shadows
Dance,
You wait,

Empty with illusion,
A flash flood warning in the middle of a desert and drought;
You are hardly common,
And you have everything in common with
Storms;
It is thus your indecisive nature that
Defeats me.

For tomorrow,
May be just out of reach.
By train, I wade through neon currents;
By bus, I window watch you home
In the taxi of forgotten paths and mouth less puppets;
And if all I can see of you is a hand;
Hold on,
A lifeboat of decision in forward tow,
Will pass by again and again.

Because tomorrow, even the train
Derailed in disaster;
Waves the passerby of the moment
A floodlight of chance, your opportunity to once again
Decide.

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