It's got it all backward,
that you are an appendage to it,
and not the other way around.
But it's aburd you say,
How can you be in charge?
I'm the practical one, I open the doors.
But it explains how it can be so demanding.
Of course it bellows when you are gone.
Because that is not what it wants.
Of course it goes out of its mind when you leave.
Why would you ever want to leave,
how could you?
And all this time you thought you were caring for it
and a thin leash connected you,
looped around your head.
i like this one, Mike. It's one of those things you ponder and you've described our situation in life and death with amazing imagery and clarity. Excellent poem! Gina
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hmm... my soul is starting to think this body is not going to hold up well now that we are out of the warranty period. -chuck