Thursday, January 9, 2025

Metaphors

 




Metaphors

 

                I saw a squirrel cross the road today

                High above me on a utility line

                She was running, then would stop, then run again

                I thought, “I don’t know how you don’t get electrocuted, 

                    but you are so smart to avoid the road below.”

 

                So many things, lately, are metaphors for my life

                A squirrel running as fast as she can on a high wire

                Protecting her life as best she can

                But at any moment she could be thrown to the ground

                With a sudden jolt

                I don’t know how that works, really

                How does she not die?

                I don’t even know how she knows how to survive

 

                I see myself in mirrors

                I smile

                Mirror, mirror on the wall

                Who do you see when you are not looking at me?

 

                I cleaned the pool

                There was a bloated, dead lizard in the basket

                I didn’t bury it, but I didn’t throw it, either

                I placed it on the grass and looked at it a while

                I wondered how long it struggled before its eyes closed

 

                I watched my dogs bathe in the shine of the sun today

                I watched as my hens came out to play

                Those moments were a refuge

                From my tortured thoughts

                They were happy

                My precious pets

                It is unbeknownst to them that I struggle

                They are unaware of how in moments like these

                That they drag me

                Mercifully

                From the shadows

 

                I want to say all the things on my mind

                Shout my truth from the roof tops

                People hear what they want to hear

                No one really cares where it went wrong, why it went wrong, who did wrong

                I care

                Spare me the cliques

                I am on a high wire

                Running as fast as I can

                I try to hear, listen, learn

                I can’t hear

                I can only hear trumpets blaring inside my head

                I am jolted

                Thrown to the ground

                My life takes my breath away

 

                 The moon was full last night

                It stood so bold and bright in the night’s sky

                Flaunting its beauty indiscriminately for all to see

                I adored it for a time

                Enthralled by its perfection, its majesty

                How is it so precisely round? And gold? How is it whole?

                Another metaphor for me

                A slice of a person too many days

                In a dark sky

                But …

                To one day be whole again

                To rise

                Beyond and above the high wire lines …

 

 

 


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