sometimes the weight, the wait

of this life

drags me in

down in the dumps

dirty with the fur of a thousand responsibilities

 

there is me somewhere climbing that mountain

feeding the poor in a hovel

 

there is  me and a man

with a beard and a crooked smile wrapped in a sheet in a tower

flowers at our feet

 

there is me

solitary and standalone

one plate at the table and one glass in the sink

 

somewhere

 

there are no bruised knees and lost homework pages

 

no dustbunnies clogged plumbing kitchen towels hairs in the drain

 

this is the heft of the sum of my choices

the bracelets i wear

the rings

the babies still moored to my shores

 

but somewhere

 

there is me