To Belong

I laugh with them

They listen. I listen.

I can touch them; hug them.

We know each other.

Why am I still on the outside?

I get up to go to the bathroom

and catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror.

This is why.

I want to belong

I want to share more than stories

I thought we had.

Every time I see my reflection

I remember again.

This is me.

Do I need to forget?

But I choose to remember.

And we share more than stories.

And I don't belong.

And they don't belong.

And it's ok.

©Eleanor Clark

3 October 2010

untitled - 1 November 2009

how can I not love you?
impossible to deny my heart this blissful ecstasy,
the static spark lights the darkness
in my soul when we touch
– you make me alive –
beautiful irony to get what I want – but
not expecting how dreadful and good it could be,
to love you more each passing hour
is the wish of my heart, my soul breathing,
beating to your sweet memory,
to revel in these sweet moments and forget
the heaving heartbreak
almost inevitable to come.
©eleanor clark

1 November 2009  

Pure Flight

He stood poised at cliff’s edge,
rapt
in thoughtful disbandment of all that lay before.
In limbo he felt he was floating,
waiting to jump or fall,
to fling himself off and
f
  l
    y
       f
         l
           o
              a
                 t
                   i
                     n
                        g
across
the chasm of unfettered fears and dreams.
among the stars and sunlit stripes of ancient comets drifting by.
he paused,

thought a moment,
and walked silently away.
vanquished by logic that all too readily holds sway.

©Eleanor Clark
21 October, 2009