Distancing Poem by Robert Sheridan

Contained in a nearly spherical body of myself
Lacking firmness, substance, or permanence
In my life, I have created a domelike structure
Created by a speculative scheme, transparent in nature.

Comes with an impracticable and illusory idea –
“Don’t want anyone to come along and burst my bubble! ”
My thoughts inside flow in an irregular current
Any drastic change in size comes with the roll of the dice.

The extent or amount of space between me and others –
Is distancing on every bound, there is an absence of warmth
I treat everyone I meet in a cold, or unfriendly manner
I prefer not to become involved or too familiar.

Words used against me – remote, restrained, frigid, and aloof
And I reply, “Any distance to walk and meet someone, is a
distance too great to walk in any hour”
As any meeting with anyone is a space in time measured back.

An amount of progress to me is measured by difference or disagreement
To all that approach, I’d rather not – would rather stay in my spherical shelter, that is to say, expel hot air from my intestinal fortitude
Note: when in this period of speculation, it’s inflated beyond its real value.

'2007'