Step Into The Light (Poetry and Prose Journal)

Dating Games

In every dewdrop instant the pursuant- persistent-

voice of my own

consciousness fills my head

from ear to ear.

It is a loud though

unsure

voice.

It tells me what I

want and what I

need

over and over

until it's nags become

needle nets

for me to impale myself upon.

And through it all come

your fisher's hands-

hard and calloused from

long days labors.

They find me

and determine

through texture alone

whether I will be

cast into wide open blue-

or onto your wooden deck.