Escape to life? Where meaning’s
so fragile and her lips so distant, when
all that it takes is a step in darkness?
Limbs tremble though, in fear
flailing downwards: to lands unknowing,
each path a maze a jumbled
coarse and cratered moon: airless, mindless
trip-me-up boulders, irregularly placed, an environment
as caustic as a failed relationship. Only
a backward look can provide
that we, if we have courage, may seek,
and face, the outcome of our choices.
Escape into life?
Of course. Of course!
Where our hearts may lead’s the answer.
Who stands and waits, sees only light
in face and feeling, may not perceive
that pursuit and aspiration’s more apt and binding.