Drift! A melodramatic poem about le floating.

A poem about imagination, daydreams, and memories.

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Drift!

Charlene Joy Ruiz

I don’t want to open my window this morning,

For I fear that everything I’ve been working on

Will escape and flow out of my soul, across the room,

Out the window, then back again into the world…

After hours searching for the right words

For my mental show and tell, a thought hit my mind.

It spent hours searching for me, and here it is,

Trapped somewhere between my ribs and my throat.

There’s me drifting under a cumulus sky,

Disturbing the thoughts of onlookers…

I step on freight trucks, with catlike surreptitiousness,

Claiming my nighttime alley roof in broad daylight.

Interstate flooded with my stepping-stone trucks.

Jumping on them, one by one, I feel

The heat of the day adhered to my skin,

The healing wind on my naked feet.

Star-studded asphalt,

Furiously dashing below an asphyxiating sun.

Silvery memory-threads in the back of my head.

How I live for this cat-and-mouse game!

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Cheers,

Char