LOST

The most precious words to say are "I am Lost".

        I'm lost to the big, blunt world,

lost to the shouting rants, 24 hour news,

       the crowded hallways—the rush of briefcases.

The best thing I can say is that when I am lost I am found,

       for there are paths invisible and roads unattainable

that the deserted ones can find.

If I am shaking my heart—my mind--

                     free of deceitful spaces and false edges

                I will go there quietly.

  Quickly--a gecko on the wall,

           silent as a shadow.

   You won't notice me leaving until it's too late.

If I were to land a burning plane

    on the tarmac and save everyone within

would I dine at the table of the gracious?

    If I were to swim the great ocean all alone

and reach France in time for dinner

   would you join me for a glass of wine?

If I were to run all the mountains of Switzerland

   with bare feet and the clothes on my back

would you be wanting to speak of dreams?

                I will listen until you have emptied yourself

   of every thought and feeling

you wish to share with me--

   honored to be in your circle of trust.

Taking this innocence of time

   passing I will lean closer to you,

smell your hair,

    breathe in your outgoing breath,

hold my eyes closed

   feeling each muscle stir within your smile.