All around me
Energy is being thrown at tall, bland walls;
Pounding, pumping legs,
Spinning numbers, belts,
Reds, silvers, greys.
And me?
I lie here, barely the right side
Of being able to breathe;
Hearing, faintly, the call of
The wide, wild blue.
Now, I am faithful as all hell –
Trust me, friend,
It has been tested –
Just not ready to
Set out
For home yet.