Tangerine Sky

Walking the edge of a thin line

resistance meets my sight

and quickly throws a punch.

My whole body draws backward

in one swift thrust to the chest.

The sky is the color of ripe tangerines

and that is all I know.

What my eyes focused on

for so long

suddenly blends in

with the rest of the circus crowd

that led me here.

Desire to stay

dangles over me subtlety

like a wind chime

over every doorway I walk through.

Its soft random notes echo

with every forward step.

My body aches from the remnants

of what never came to be.

Dare I walk this path again

in circles

in the dark

risking everything

on the off-chance that

I be thrown down,

my breath fiercely stolen?

Then it comes,

a gust that prompts a symphony.

If I fail to hear the intoxicating ring

I may not remember why,

exactly,

I am here.

© 2012 d.c.p.