His Heart’s Desire
The glorious weather of late summer
Continued as if nothing had changed.
He felt alien, completely different,
Distant. Only very late at night,
When all motion had stopped,
Or was frozen, did he find rest.
The ache that had kept him awake
And put his resolve to the test,
Lifted a little, like early morning
Fog over a river, when the sun warms
The air. Something in him was fighting
For its life, but so silently, so distantly,
He felt he had nothing to do with it.
Barely a whisper, it fluttered somewhere
Near the back of his brain. What his body
Wanted was one thing, what he wanted
Was another. Like a leaf falling from a tree,
He felt detached from the mass of humanity.