See Saw number One

See Saw number One

Reaching in to me and out to you

These phrases that I exhume to exert

On a sail and mail with a verse indiscrete

Holding back stories of building rationale

Of why I am here and pale wandering between timid and knighthood

Praying for your chorus to return in resolute voice

And I give you a lead like a trail

That you follow and request me to continue

Onward into expanded these paraphrases

Into directions through the hedge maze of me

To at least a step further without shame or burden

As a labor but as an ordered item like a drink upon a journey

And yet I wait after throwing this bottle in the ocean

And I ponder thunderstorm or disinterest

Brushing a shoulder with the flittering tickle of wind

Fluttering my syllables to the ground with a head turn

And I sit twelve days in between my words and your number

Flying in on a whim and yet I return in a blink of honest candor

I am rebuffed for you to requite me in an hour

The silence proliferates like jellyfish tentacles

I am exhausted from ignorance of why these Olympics take place in my city

Year after year, why can’t some one else play

My will is too earnest and my tone too weak

To accept the see saw nature to my overture and

Your waxing and waning tides in response

The sadness envelops my want to see your face in static image

Staring there in historic context and listed statistics

Knowing what little you wrote of you, there is possibility there

To fit in with the honest pursuits of my endeavors

But the bluntness of your wavering procrastinating correspondence contradicts

My benevolent assumptions of splendor