Chopping Onions

Looking for direction

in tears dripping along the edge

of this life.

A course to follow,

a way to track the changes

switch backs

that sting my eyes

and dizzy the path before me

for no reason.

Razor sharp days

slice through my vision, cut in half

layers of life

expose the rings

neatly nested inside each other,

shielded by thin skin.

Over and over

after peeling away

the dry husks

I find myself running

hands beneath cold water

to dilute the burn.


5 Oct 2004