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

of falling

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

substantial answers:

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.