Convictions

Convictions



Pebbles of safety glass rain down,
littering the bottom of my soul.
I survey the demise, knowing it is irreparable.
All that careful patching and mending,
useless now.
A dandelion fairy cast in the wind
I am adrift in emotion.
The past floods in all technicolor
red and orange
All that words once forgave,
fold back and undulate yellow against the black.
Pink dew memories mix with wick green recriminations.
Tule fog gray;
that once suffocated the obsidian edge of snapshots from the past;
dissolve now,
as though Cronus had only winked..
Tears, a mirage in the desert behind my eyes,
screech in their captivity.
Catholic guilt,
nails me to a cross I burned in Salem centuries ago.
Putrid and bloated middle class proprieties,
drift through my resolve.
I am a human being.
She is a human being.
I will go home.
She is dying.