benched.
the torturous flight path
of some injured sparrow
on an agile descent
toward the earth.
the time lapse of a
year of sunrises and sunsets
only the first seven mesmerize you
then your eyes glaze over.
waiting, stopping
accelerating
on some endless
and unrelenting cycle.
yellow, pause
red, pause
green, pause
repeat
the lows are
as black and unknown
as the bottom of the ocean
the highs
induce a feeling most associated
with some sublime psychedelic trip
and here i am
minute to minute
falling in places all over
the proverbial board
wondering why it is my fate
to have such exhausting and wonderful
feelings pulsing through my
neurological system without cease
my star player has been on the field
running end line to end line
dehydration and fatigue are
causing him to be sloppy
he must be
benched
until he recovers