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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