Brian’sPoems

Numb

Don’t worry everything’s just fine.

It kinda feels like cheating
to sit and write a poem
right after visiting a place
where the spirits can roam free;
a space where breath and time
cease to be of any concern.

But now I’m walking the streets
in the company of troubled people,
forgetting I am one of them.

I hear a man saying,
I’m just trying to change
how it is I’m feeling.
I want to be numb.

When I leave the city
for a week, a day, an hour,
or just one minute,
upon returning
I, too, want to go numb.

Presence isn’t about
climbing a mountain
to watch the eagles soar.
It’s about going somewhere
I don’t ever want to go,
and keeping company
with those who disturb me,
while doing what’s mine to do
in the mud of living poetry.