poem #96

Should i be hearing the muffling of my neck bones every time i twist my head?

Should you be declining the passage of fog through the clearing to a bed?

Should i be hearing my knee click and tick every time i go up a stair?

Should you be the electricity that rattles my brain and ruffles my hair?

Should they be the barriers that cast off your conscience into the depths of wonder?

Should they be the b******s running through my garden stealing heavy thunder?

Should they be the purpose for your ever growing distance from here to there?

Should they be the obstacles, even removed, that control why you care?

Should you be so soft or hot or hard or cold?

Should i be hoping for you or for better health as i begin to grow old?

Should you be exploring the chasms of the unknown?

Should i be playing upon the interest you’ve shown?