benched / by Ellen Sorensen

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