Becalmed

by James Parnell

Falling forever, dying never, sometimes
Wishing that I would.
Friends have come and gone, but mainly
They are gone.

I drift, riding isobars
Of spacetime curve and equidistance
From my home below and from my past,
My future ever-present.

Filmy eyes reconstituted, resurrected
From dust and passing sky
Watch for lights of passersby, their bright
Unfailing eyes misdirected, still undetected.

Somewhere deep inside, kerneled,
Cocooned in warm sweet memory
I crouch and weep. Coward,
To refuse the final choice.

While without, under glare of icy suns, slow
Frigid stone ablates, awaits the salvation, the restoration
The confirmation
Of chance discovery.