Mark E Webster - Sometimes

Sometimes <br /> <br />A ship's wake, tree bark, the smell of mushrooms, and dreams. <br /> <br />Sometimes when I'm too far away from you. <br />when I'm uptight, can't think right then I might <br />stare out the window and try to focus on the real. <br />Stuff you can hold in your hand. <br />The light refracting off the wheel, turning, <br />the too huge and marvellous to question, <br />unfurling <br />before me. <br />I try to look beyond the glass, beyond the gloss and facade of good intentions, <br />beyond the sky-light sky and constellations <br />to something I can know. <br />And when looking out and through and beyond, when turning inward, <br />back, behind. <br />Searching to find <br />the real, the stuff you can feel. Trying to simply 'be' <br />while all around me <br />clutches, grasps, ages, deranges, <br />Swings me low <br />and lifts me high. <br />Sometimes too high <br />to see, <br />too far away from you. <br /> <br />Sometimes I need you <br />to touch, to kiss, <br />to feel the real you, <br />to fight, to stew, <br />to make up and come together again and again. <br />In one body, single form <br />or in all that's everywhere, <br />that holds you up and keeps you on the ground? <br />That bit of him, that bit of her, <br />that smile flicking across the screen, <br />dandelion clocks, <br />the sun on your forearm, <br />a ship's wake, tree bark, the smell of mushrooms, and dreams.<br /><br />Mark E Webster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sometimes-449/