in my way

arms outstretched reaching for
the moon
and legs twisted in a beautiful stance
she can move like she was dancing
on water, and she tells a
wonderful story.
i stretch out and reach for
for something, not quite sure
though there's a hazy mist
in my way
but my muscles
ache and my legs are bruised and
scarred from sitting in the dirt
late nights in the cold,
still i try to tell my side
of the story, only lose
balance, and the footing beneath me
flailing and falling i
drown

June 30, 2001