Elegy

Four years, that seems about right

a time when life was suppose be set for you.

The leaves begin to change and

with them brought a new you. We did

not know this would be a new you but the nights of running

gave us a feeling it would never end,

was there an ending to this maddness?

Waiting for the leaves to reach its fullest red

with a burning that could not be described but only seen

by the eyes looking deep for a feeling that

can only be felt from somewhere deep in the

belly or gut or whatever it is that is said to be

trusted when we cannot trust our heart and mind.

That voice stays with me saying to run

and I did. What was there to run from or to?

The leaves have fallen loosing the comfort of

beauty with the grayness of snow to be coming

but the snow only lingers in the clouds a little

longer as a tease to not let us have the blissful feeling of peace

to enjoy the perfectness of winter first snow fall.

The weather keeps us in with a daunting thought of

having no escape. I walk past the door where you stay not

knowing if I’m free to leave or I must stay. Hallway

begins to narrow in on me without sensing the trap.

Isn’t that what this gut is for? To warn against

these moments of being told to run or stay.