I stand here, alone and cold.
Above me, suspended, hope.
I watch as the rest of you move in and out of the maze
with a purposeful gaze and a curious hand.
Brushing along walls of water,
I can not help but notice my passive eyes.
They are harsh unlike yours.
My arm extends, I pull against my shoulder to
touch. In a sudden but desperate exasperation to anchor my fear.
Over time your thick syrup trickles down
toward my toes and past my heart.
Its easy to write about the heart.
The centre of all pain, the centre of all love.
What great design made it so.
Mother! What a trick of nature.