I Who Am Fighting

I Who Am Fighting

i.
the urge to
pull away the hand
I hold in front of my face
block the sun
open my squinting eyes
to be blinded by glory

ii.
the beast in the sea
whose furious tentacles
cull and churn the abyss
hold my breath
drowning

iii.
to read between the lines
of your crinkled forehead
pouted lips
of the letter you wrote so quickly
with little regard
and such sweet bitterness

iv.
to wake from my sleep
leave the dream where I am walking
backwards
into the future
reaching out my hand
willing you to run toward me

v.
I who am fighting
the sun and the sea
your quilt-like pattern
of slipping away
beyond reach
will carve and whittle myself
to a top
shaped like an acorn
to spin and turn with the seasons
until it stops
float to where you live
among the clouds

© 2010 andrew kooman

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