Helpless

 

Helpless

played on the radio.

yes I hear you Neil,

you were there with

Katie & I 

in a red car

on the back roads 

of 

corn country

on the 90th meridian

of 

Southern Illinois.

Scarred back then 

by grief,

losing friends too young,

rendering us 

helpless.

does grief

&

does being helpless

 make scars too

in our fabric net

of

neurons?

Now

We fight

an invisible MonSter,

others know so well,

how do we explain,

how it hurts?

i am helpless

So if you see

a MonSter,

better run girl,

it is no good.

(Is it something you can run from?)

Now

 I see the universe before me,

images too large,

impossible to 

comprehend.

I never could run before

the scars

that warped my

senses,

slowing ever so slighly,

still always flatfooted,

yet

filled with

hope each day

the MonSter

can be rendered

utterly, completely, obliteratively

helpless.