"A note" by Richard Schemmerer

A note to my self


I wonder



I am like the Bosanova

nobody know's how to dance it anymore

even though I am born in modern days

my soul is of the ancient ways

there were natives before me

but their wont be anymore left behind me

only strangers that linger on even stranger corners

just out of reach and out of view of my eyes

I don't mingle with the rest of you

but linger with the shadows

that flicker in the hot air

which circles around me

as if to stalk my thoughts for answers

papers are blown everywhere

like fallen leafs of a paper tree

waiting to be watered by eager minds

I missed the biggest full moon

the last one for another two decades

but I also missed my birth

being stuck in between my mothers legs

passed out passed on and reawakened

slapped back into consciousness to cry

I wish someone would slap me now

I wonder if I still have tears left over

I wonder about if I still can wonder