where are you, asleep?
with all my childhood dreams
some foolish fantasies? and
the clouds I've already tread on.

where are you, in a classroom with a
notebook full of everything but what
the teacher is saying? poetry
things you've known all your life, like
the back of everyone's head.

where are you, underneath the
foundation of my house? I hear
it creak and I can see the cracks
grow and
grow.

where are you, driving your words somewhere safe?
they'll melt in the rain, over-thought
and un-
cared
for.