The Weightlessness of Words
You’re speaking,
and your words are jumping off the page to reach me.
They hit me.
And nothing.
They’re gone.
Not even vapor.
No trail.
I know they had substance
when you held them
in your mind,
but you released them,
and like a dream on waking,
they flutter
and cannot be caught again.
I’m failing.
I’m dragging myself along,
but I’m failing.
Now the earth slides away
beneath my fallen body.
The earth, a dream
slipping out of reach.
For all the problems I must solve now,
you flooded me with solutions,
recipes in words.
I read and understood,
still, my body would not move.
I am weight,
and your words, though beautiful and logical,
are weightless.
They are a dream on waking,
and I am the one awake
in a sleeping body
trying to move
in a dream.
-kara