The average lifespan of a housefly
Is 40 to 50 days
And I am merely sitting here idly watching
Them move about my window.
I
Wonder if they would prefer to be outside.
With every blink of my eyes
Time moves faster for the fly than I.
The average lifespan of a housefly
Is 40 to 50 days
And I am merely sitting here idly watching
Them move about my window.
I
Wonder if they would prefer to be outside.
With every blink of my eyes
Time moves faster for the fly than I.
Memories.
Playing in my grandparents old farmhouse.
Looking outside through the window.
“Do not play at the window child. Do not touch
The stick holding the window open. Go outside”
Curiosity always ruled me.
Itchy fingers and dreamy mind wondering what could happen this time.
So closer I moved.
What is this mighty stick doing I may not touch?
Holding up the heavy window frame I realized to late
As it slammed down unapologetically on my my little hand.
Tears stinging my eyes to my surprise.
Swollen and bruised hand now but
“That’s what you get when you do not listen child. Now go outside and play.
Stay on the grass. Do not leave the yard.”
I would proceed to play barefoot and roam the boundaries I was told not to go.
Skin now pierced by prickly burs. Tears again.
“If we told you once, we told you twice. Now child why don’t you listen.”
Once more I wander places I ought not go. Family visiting outside stop to hear my cry.
Me confronted.
A large snake poised up to meet my eyes. I stood frozen.
“Don’t move a muscle!”
And they interfere with my curiosity. I am safe now in big sisters arms.
” Why don’t you listen child? There is danger and boundaries you mustn’t cross. We know better as we have lived longer.”
I did not understand their language it seems.
You must have been an
Apparition.
A made up someone in my
Imagination.
For I wandered these stone stairwells
And
I roamed through
Winters withering garden
Following your song.
I knew I should find shelter,
Somewhere to warm my core.
But once outside I could return
Inside no more
For
I was met with barred windows and
Locked doors.
I found you in the courtyard.
I tried to reach you.
Touch you.
You vanished as I approached.
My fingers now cold and frozen,
I,
Left dreaming in the fog with ghosts and snowflakes.
And I remained alone
As I was all
Along.
I must have mistaken the
Wind howling through
Windows and doors,
Through
Winters garden
For your song.
Play me a
Song.
Play anything.
Just get me
Out of my
Head.
Remember those feelings you have on a day you are struggling.
Perhaps standing still.
Perhaps crawling.
And know that others feel that way.
See them when you look around.
You will recognize them.
Instead of building walls
Against them,
Open
Your door
And step outside to meet them.
Step outside and greet them.
Offer compassion.
Offer love.
For we will never get better
If we do not
Lift each other up.
If we all choose to stay behind walls
And defenses
Alone,
We will never
Heal as people.
Alone.