he shouted my name through the crowdeyes dark with concernand it jutted through the air like a shard of icecutting my raw skin openso blood poured from my woundsand dotted the groundas i shivered
my heels dig into the dirtelbow up, eyes aheadwatch her handscount the wind-upfirst, second, third, then homefirst, second, third, then home is all i have to gobreatheplay through the painrun even as her fastball hits you in the gutand you trip along the basesand bruise your ribs dodging a tag outwince and you're benchedfail and you're donefreeze and the crowd of eyes watching will all know what you've been told beforeuselesspathetic
eyes glued to the groundthroats clearedand smiles stretched thinthey count the patterned tiles one-by-onetwo-by-twoas if the answer will fix my problems
sitting here waitingfor the light to turn green andthe world to make sense againi suddenly realizedeach hazy blur of traffic passing byeach blasting radio preaching The Wordeach teeny-tiny passenger on that teeny-tiny airplaneis telling an epic story of a worldfull of thousands of paths to thousands of other livesin which i am nothing
The space of the world is immense, before me and around me;If I turn quickly, I am terrified, feeling space surround me;Like a man in a boat on very clear, deep water, space frightens and confounds me.I see myself isolated in the universe, and wonderWhat effect I can have. My hands wave underThe heavens like specks of dust that are floating asunder.I hold myself up, and feel a big wind blowingMe like a gadfly into the dusk, without my knowingWhither or why or even how I am going.So much there is outside me, so infinitelySmall am I, what matter if minutelyI beat my way, to be lost immediately?
Long vast shapes... cooled and flushed through with darkness....Lidless windowsGlazed with a flashy lusterFrom some little pert cafe chirping up like a sparrow.And down among iron gutsPiled silverThrowing gray spatter of light... pale without heat...Like the pallor of dead bodies.
A Wife -- at daybreak I shall be --Sunrise -- Hast thou a Flag for me?At Midnight, I am but a Maid,How short it takes to make a Bride --Then -- Midnight, I have passed from theeUnto the East, and Victory --Midnight -- Good Night! I hear them call,The Angels bustle in the Hall --Softly my Future climbs the Stair,I fumble at my Childhood's prayerSo soon to be a Child no more --Eternity, I'm coming -- Sire,Savior -- I've seen the face -- before!