Hairbreadth Escape
It's hard to find ourselves
While looking at everybody else
Struggle to free the wells
In our infinite self
To graze our own star is a trudge indeed
Why is it so simple to make our own soul bleed
Maybe we're caught on a waterwheel
Or balanced too often on the nose of a seal
If I could feel the moisture and see the drop fall
Then maybe I could see me and be invisible to you all
Separated by walls and windows
How can I feel the wind blow
Someone build me a windmill
Rescued off the windowsill
The curtain is drawn by my tendons
Hanging on the rod is what I depend on
Until a spider chased me away
Now it's time to go out in the world and play
Copyright 1994 Angela Y. Rancourt