On the 10:15 to Vipassana

I have never counted the days
Since enlisting on the wall of sound
Due penance I have paid
To be grounded
But now I will fly

Several tracks I have laid
and traipsed them twice
Twice the size of any maze wall
And four times the height
One hundred dead ends

But now only this remains;
A rest on the nest edge
A pill before flight
A moment on the bridge wall,
ankle tied tight
A fear and excitement
far from
The semi-darkness
Of the post-night

All the burdens
In my strong heart
are tinder
For the fire

I go
to make peace
with desire