It'll all work out:
As I stepped out into the dark night,
the cold air drew my warm blood to the surface.
The clovers under my feet bent their stems temporarily
to bear my weight.
As frozen droplets of mist melted under my toes,
thousands of piercing diamond eyes peered at me through the black sky,
winking occasionally.
A deep breath in and a sigh of beauty exhaled.
I scanned the sky for the big dipper:
That giant spoon that is always trying to scoop up the north star.
Although he will never catch her,
he does help those less celestial beings locate that
always steady glowing presence.
And tonight,
they gave me my sense of direction.
As my eyes traced from the dipper's edge
straight to the north star,
I turned and began my journey.
Sorry or Please:
My feet landed at a steady pace
to the beat of an imaginary drum.
The wind whipped through the trees,
whistling through the puckered leaves,
and crickets rubbed their wings to sing.
The night was playing its daily soundtrack.
The one mockingbird, getting to an early start,
was the star of the show.
As I took long strides, my hips swayed from side to side.
I warmed up as I walked
further and further away.
The circulation in my body flowed faster,
keeping up with my pace.
What began as a slow walk, crescendoed to a swift walk.
And then the swift walk took off
into a sprint. Soon,
I was running as fast as I could.
But the Regrets Are Killing Me:
Tears streamed from my eyes and streaked the side of my face.
Some flew off, while others made their way
into the crevices of my ears and into the abyss
of my black hair.
What was I running from?
From my thoughts?
From Death?
From Life?
Dirt collected in my toes,
huddled with broken pieces of various flora.
Mixed emotions filled my mind.
Fragments of memories every time I closed my eyes to wipe the tears.
My heart pounded and my breath was heavy,
but I kept running.
The north star had given me a sense of geographical direction, but why couldn't she direct my mind?
Go North thoughts!
Head towards a better place.
Or maybe it's West?
Just go in some linear direction!
Just move away from this!
We Would Fall Against the Tide:
And then I stopped.
My body could take no more.
Out of breath, I hunched over,
and my arms used my legs as support.
Now my eyes were pointed down at the ground
at my soiled feet.
My tears went strait to the earth.
I could not stop.
I continuously produced several drops of rain
for select square inches of grass.
My legs eventually billowed,
and I was soon on the cold ground.
The blades welcomed my skin with soft,
chilling touches,
while other weeds annoyingly poked at me,
trying as hard as they could to get me
to stand up.
But I was not moving.
Hopeless and confused,
I curled into myself.
Eventually, I ran out of tears.
The breathing calmed,
my heart slowed,
and all that was left
was a quite quivering of my lips:
from the cold or from the crying?
who could tell.
And there,
somewhere closer to the north pole,
balled up
with eyes swollen from the thousands of saline tears that had forced themselves out,
then and there...
I fell asleep accepting.
