Josephine

15

"Puppet Dance"

There was the chill
And whir
Of machinery and conditioned air
Of shade, of roofs, of shelter
Sunlight from that world beyond
With heat, with breeze, with life
That seeps in through the cracks in reality
By lawn mower, by dogs, by souls
Time caught passing by moving shadows
Fading, moving, clear reflection
Staring back on windows

Another day
Life
Eternity
Watching that car and that man and that dog
Occasionally switching scenes to the painfully quiet
Or the painfully loud
As the world comes crashing in
Puppets breaking in the wind
Living in delusion
The strings are tight and the bodies loose
Or the bodies loose but the strings tights?
Regardless, tangled

But I am sheltered
From heat, from entanglement, from knowledge
Drowning in the silence
Of seeing, of watching, of wishing
And noticing
As I act and feel
That I do not
That the strings are loose, but my body tight
That the freedom stilled my shadows
That I have become the weak
And they, the great