No Apologies

 

Somewhere along the way

You have noticed warnings

Caught a dead scent whiff

Of old miseries,

Old agonies

Not so long, not so gone.

It is your right,

Your obligation

To protect your piece

Of hard won freedom.

You give unmistakable

Body language signals

And this deaf man

Obliges with pocketed hands,

No more jokes, and

Two steps backward,

Now.

It was great, when it was great, 

And after that,

It was mostly OK, like

Sundown, loose rein,

Riding tired horses      home.

I know the sleepless

Analyzing nights

Serve no purpose.

Still, some linear logic,

Reptilian, guitar string,

Trip-wire sensitivity

Wonders where

I accidentally stepped,

That sent things

Wrong.