We Enter a Time...
by Anna YamamotoThe calamity.
The
insanity.
If you ran with me,
Could we go somewhere far?
You drive the
car.
I’ll drive the energy,
The rhythm,
The beat.
When our wheels
hit the street,
I hope you remember,
That turning back,
Is not an
option.
Not a choice.
If you turn back,
You’ll lower your voice.
The
truth won’t be spoken.
Won’t be heard.
I am a bird,
Without
wings.
One that sings,
Between the caw of the crows.
Yet nobody
knows,
Or sees,
Or wants to see,
What has happened.
What could have
been.
Or what I am really saying.
You’re just praying,
That when best
comes to best,
Deep in your chest,
Your heart is still
beating.
Ticking.
Clicking.
Kicking the dirt.
And cursing the
hurt.
The city of the past.
Of shadows that cast,
Demons on my
walls.
I’m left with the memory,
Of your telephone calls.
Shouts and
doubts.
The ins and the outs.
The short cuts,
The routes,
That we
will take,
To drive away from,
The calamity.
The insanity.
Please
say you’ll run with me.
So we can go somewhere far.
Anna Yamamoto is from Saltwater Unitarian Universalist Church in Des Moines, WA.
For more information contact youth @ uua.org.
Last updated on Saturday, April 19, 2008.
