Tuesday, April 7, 2009

shutting out the noise

when thoughts suffocate in exhaust fumes
and time can't keep up with itself
as though the hour hand is chasing the minute
hand's tail

when emotions spell
in neon lights

and Originality is a name brand perfume
when spontaneity needs to be scheduled in

then it's time to take myself to the mountains

while this body may be pummeled
into shape
by the city and all it contains,

my heart lies buried on the river bed,
dancing in the directed current
it rides the tide of the ocean's breath
as it heaves and sighs to the shore

my heart edges on the mountain's cliff
to greet every sunrise with a prayer

and it knows that there will always be
a disconnect unless
this stubborn trunk
decides to uproot