Never Your Future

Your fingertips spread methodically

Like the wave of a fan.

Joints stretch and bones lengthen

To close the distance

As you reach

Your long awaited goal.

Eyes closed,

Anticipation meeting your fingertips.

And there it is—

The star.

Your finger tips

And then your palm

Wrap tightly around

The brilliantly glowing star.

And you make a

Wish. But nothing happens.

You wait. Patiently.

But nothing happens.

Perplexed—you release

Your grasp.

And you watch--

As your life’s goal

Floats away.

You’ve been told

Every moment,

Of every day,

To reach,

Reach for those stars.

Because maybe

Just maybe,

You will come in contact

With one. And your dreams

Will come true.

But why would you

Reach so far,

So far outside of yourself

To try and become

Something you're not,

Something you’ll never truly be?

Your fierce disbelief sits

On the tip of your nose,

Astutely smiling at the answer

You already know.

You never truly needed to

Clutch the star.

You never truly needed to

Make a wish.

You never truly needed the

Star to permit your success.

All you truly needed was

You.

Background Noise

Born to breath

In the path of your

Closest friend.

Discovery made from

Circumstance.

A far cry from what you thought

Or imagined.

Did you honestly think

That you could avoid

Events personal to the result of your being?

Loud and unforgivable

Like the faucet smothering

The sound of conversation.

“She shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,

I can’t whssssssssssssssss.”

But who do you feel sorry for?

Is it not yourself that

Stomped one

Proverbial foot in front of

Another

Eating and gnawing

On the words

That you so cleverly created?

Or did you create them?

Confused person.

Never looking

Beyond the tip of your nose.

I pass the puck

Into your able hands

Asking for only what

You are capable of:

Loud Silence.

Thought.

And the ability to

Overcome

What you’ve perceived to have

Lost.

Defeat clings to

Your outfit--Mispronouncing

The words you’ve

Chosen to respell.

But who determines the orthography?

You’re not wrong to

Speall the word

Differantley.

You are simply

And utterly

Creating

And recreating

The hand of change.