I will often be there
At the moment we stand staring
At your profile
In the hotel mirror
Your body inches its center of gravity
Toward a layered eternity.
You hold one more forever in your womb.
An unending soul begun
Among the incidental wonder
Of our surrogate roles.
A story of Life and Death unfolds already
Set Uniquely against the repetitive predictability
Of room 373 down at the end of the hall.
What a fragile contemplation
Is new life,
Nothing my caffeine laced thoughts
Or power button thumbs
And screen savor eyes can't ignore for a moment.
I will often be here
At the moment I stand staring out the window at Spokane signage
Unable to sleep
Feebly considering the fate of that person- named already but not yet to us-
All we have to offer you is Alias,
Halfway house,
Transition,
Hotel room,
While some great River
Ushers you in
to Ocean you will never
See the floor
Know the scope
But never not explore
Cling to hope
And drown.
All things now for you, alive,
Trend to die.
This is the direction of birth,
From water to air
The only way in is out.
The only way up is down.