feeling your feet falling

i stop to listen to the heartbeat

of those i serve, and those with whom
my life, due to a geographical
accident, is connected!

others, about this coincidence

suggest another perspective
calling, ‘a transcendental incident’;
but i fail to feel your feet, your pant!

as i, now, habitually name

you in your absent presence
there are those who protest
my naming as too comical!

many times in the past

of my life, i have seen defeat
of those who came to defeat
me standing defeated!

but i do not think victorious

in my mind inclined to shun pain
often, creeping like a leech to suck
my blood until i fall dead!

i stand here early this dawn

gazing at an empty sky grazing
for a star, or a cloud pattern
in which i may sense you

to lift up my drooping soul,

prompting my journey to continue,
until to you i return, or cease
complaining my emptiness!