SIT

Why do I always want

to be somewhere else?

If it’s windy,

I want to be sailing.

If it’s hot,

I want to be swimming.

If it’s cold,

I want to be held

to melt the frozen sea

within me.

When I’m not being touched,

silence rings in my ears,

but nobody answers.

I must learn to sit

the way I trained

my dog Blacky.

Sour air of gossip

stops me from being

in the here and now.

I’m afraid of the face

in the mirror.

I need someone to put

my humpty-dumpty self

back together again.

In this never-ending dusky summer,

I long for the music of rain.