You look at me like I’m a wall…about to crumble.
You step back…once…twice…always,
Then turn away while I rumble…
And fall to pieces.
You look at me like I’m a dam…about to rupture;
Then you tell me to be strong,
As you gossip ’bout my structure…
And I flood and drown.
You look at me like I’m a storm…about to transpire.
You run as far as you can;
And as my footing becomes dire…
I up and vanish.
Yes, I’m the freak of nature everyone passes by.
I tumbled down. I sank beneath. I blew into the sky.
No, No one ever said: “closer”…
They just waved goodbye.
K. Aldaya, 8/1/18