Aged

Sometimes

I feel
I have the mind of a young man

The soul of an old one
and
the heart of a child.

I keep the door open to learn new things.
Kicking the junk out the back.

Looking out there
I always have a sense of de ja vue.

The red wings and the blue jays
I know them as good friends.
It’s funny though.
I don’t remember seeing them here before.

When I start to laugh
just for no reason
some think it weird or strange,

But the little ones saw.
They smiled and laughed
just as I did.

©Christopher F. Brown 2010

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Confinement

I feel, sometimes, like my body doesn't fit my soul. It’s too tight. I feel like its going to pop out my eyes or fall out of my mouth.

 

Gravity is the force that keeps our bodies on Earth with our souls trapped inside.

 

Twisting around my head then to my toes seeking solitude one moment then joyful companionship the next. Sometimes it leeks out with my tears. I felt it those times I shed blood.

 

There are times when I feel it pour and drip from my fingertips.

 

The other day I held my mothers hand in my own. It was the first time I noticed that they were the same.

It’s too tight in here.

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2009