The umpteenth draft. Feedback welcome.
The high hill
Up the high hill.
Forcing my leaden legs. And
come on you, you're so slow!
I pull you, try to hurry you.
Just as we were in kindergarten, me trying
to speed you along, and you
a weight on my arm.
You've already been to the top of the hill today
and saved us (you say) a really good spot.
(Good enough for me?)
And you came back for me.
But your slowness! Your
need for detail, your
oldfashionedness!
I want to stride ahead, leave you in the road --
no, I never think of leaving you in the road.
You are here and I have to deal with it.
Yesterday I climbed the hill alone.
They wouldn't let me stay, alone.
But you saved us a spot, and you
came back for me.
Janet
PS this is a poem based on a dream
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Janet Jackson <[log in to unmask]>
Poems at Proximity:
http://www.proximity.webhop.net
Our humanity is diminished when we have no mission
bigger than ourselves.
Bono
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