So Close
I can almost feel it
just outside my reach
scurrying in corners
Shaking my head
like I’m seeing things
I’m wide-eyed child
luminous pools take it all in
Then hardening into glass
impermeable and silent
Except for the sounds
come barreling from my throat
Echoing in staccato
I lose track of the beat
Feet walk with purpose
and mind skipping
an endless loop
Straggling along
delayed reaction without intention
Only movement and regret
Spiraling around
not necessarily down
A hard climb, at least so far
Pauses here and there
to cry and gnash
and start over
Little by little
I chip away
Fingers bloody
callouses yet to be earned
So close, hairs standing on end
until it collapses
in false moves
and second guesses
To be resurrected again
Embrace the Paradox 