The smoke forms a pattern around my eyes
like a mesh of wool
held up close under a microscope.
I see others through this
like a new vision-
the edges smooth and fluid,
a tunnel carved in dreams,
across which I guide myself
seeking the light on the other side.
My desperation ignites
sparks in the darkness.
A cavewoman struggling
with old bones
of women who disappeared in the gap,
in crevices very deep and very forbidding.
My only fear is-
to not complete this journey
to not reach in time.
I run-
across desert, forest, and mountains
to find what it is exactly I need.
Not redemption or even safety,
I want to feel
the risk, the thrill,
the rush in the discovery,
and not have to ever cease.
11/12/12
