To Be Wild

I was the lost boy

that fell back

through the moon’s mirror

to earth with a crunch,

back to this side of the looking glass

with a moan,

and I had to squint and

tilt my head slightly

to remember my home

in that other world of

ether and water.

Back in my skin

the body felt,

predictable,

and the delusions or prophetic visions,

however you see fit,

stretched out time

so that a million flashes

could happen in just one moment,

Jesus,

slow down,

stop,

breathe.

Count back the clock tower

from madness,

match up

mixed up memories:

I said this?

You did that?

I hopped a circus train

headed out of town

to get far away from

the shoulds and shouldn’ts.

I stripped down completely naked

to feel the air

coursing through me,

sighing,

singing fire out of my mouth,

wanting,

with fervor and

the deepest desire

to not have to explain myself.

To Be wild-