HERE AM I

My father’s words re-echo
From the grave where he lay
I look for a snail in the day
Mates made good theirs at night

Separation is the knife that cuts
Loneliness trails me in the crowd
With you in thought all day long
Your cold presence chills my bone

Numbness mocked by distance
Attempted to erase my existence
From love to hate, battle declared
I can’t force you into your dislikes

You hate snail, but like its sauce
With half of me still there with you
You can’t erase the beautiful broods
With the great love you have for them

Here am I stripped naked by weather
In a wilderness of implicit reality
And a mesh of high muck domes
Looking for entrance way to get out