A Tagging on my sleeve
a feeling
like
I cannot put my finger on it
crawls up my legs
into my chest
and rests

Progress
seems so hard to make out
at times I want to shout everyone down
and catch a glimpse of
horizon

Running wild wild he
now steps freely
own yellow eyes now in use of his own good
wild wild she is now
running freely
between pear trees under
yellow skies
wild wild they run freely
under gaze of Moon and Jupiter and Mars
wild spots in blue oceans
on a canvas of stars

All the words kept
inside for the sake of it for fear of not being
perfect enough of not fitting
the situation now they come
come up
up
up
blobbing like hot water in that volcano lake
they shoot out
like eager spring flowers
only harder
They gather only for split seconds before
they can really make sense they
drown
in that volcano lake but look
there's a whole lot of them coming out

You go inward trying to
listen
listen

but the child
does not speak to you
yet