The Whole Damn World's Got Commitment Issues
Help, I've fallen in love
with the World and I'm afraid
She doesn't like like me like
I like like Her.
We had a one night stand one night
a thousand years or so ago and the World
said She would call me the next day
but She stopped answering my texts
and suddenly switched the seasons
on me from a gentle loving autumn
to an early invading winter.
I'm sorry, I think that blizzard
last year was punishment for me
for being too clingy. See,
I embraced the World with
an open heart ready to take on
the sins and sorrows and secrets of humanity.
I wanted to be filled with everything:
the soft breeze that sways
a blade of grass on the Scottish
countryside in the sixteenth century,
the quiet song sung by a sweet slave of
an ancient Egyptian princess,
the unseen storm of tears spilled
in a child's bedroom
seven hundred years ago in Mongolia
six months ago in Myanmar
yesterday in Montana.
I thought the World would open Her core
and share Her vast histories or at least
confirm some of my conspiracy theories,
letting Her lives seep into my soul
like molten lava oozing from the earth.
I would dive into the hearts of any passerby
on the street and look into their
eyes and say, “I know you,
I'm intimately involved with the World
and let's just say She told me about
that semester abroad you did in Prague.”
But the World has shut me out
and blocked me on most social media
and won't even accept my LinkedIn connection
or answer my drunken six am “Hi I miss you
please acknowledge my existence” text.
The sky is the color of asphyxiated faces
and the wind is breaking my bones and beating
my skin raw. Strangers’ gazes on the street
are the coldest chill of all.
The World took me in, but saw the desperation
carved into my mind, and decided She
just wasn't ready for the commitment,
rejected me by leaving me by closing me
off from Her most beautiful gift to us,
the warmth of one human
reaching out to another.