Faithfulness over
decay,
Permanence over reverie,
Walls that protect
over windows that peek.
I want my legs
strong, my roots deep,
My foundation
immovable, my anchor secure.
All here fades –
Starts with freight
train passion
And then, over
time, superficially sputters
To a disillusioning
halt,
A heart-shattering,
decisive deactivation,
Leaving the
conductor befuddled
And the cabin mates
craving
A destination.
These tracks are
wood, not metal,
And they crumble
underneath
My onerous wheels
Because I am metal.
I last.
And what doesn't
last will kill me.
