Twinkle-Lights Poem by R. L. Allen

they're all asking me,

what are you going to do?
just what are you going to do?

i want to say,
i don’t know.
and i frankly don’t care.

but that’s what they
want to hear so they
can wrap themselves
around me and tell me that
everything
is
going to
be alright,
when they don’t know
how things will turn,
don’t know if i will ever
learn how to deal with this.

what i'm burning to say is,

i'm going to wrap myself
in twinkle lights,
(and I know that’s not safe –
is that not safe?)
the kind that dress the
fir trees in the park
and in the town square
so that it looks like
millions of fairies
are
dancing
in
their
branches.

i'm going to pretend that
i feel light and buoyant
in spite of the darkness,
and with all my tiny bulbs
of light
i will pray to the heavens
for the third coming.




7th December,2010.
Needs a little editing, but posting first draft here until I've mulled it over.