Still Life

Artists : Someday I : Still Life

my backyard is a park.
in the dark we lose our feet.
slender fingers cut the sky,
i think it's the trees.
my back is stained green with laughter.
"don't fall after my feet. . ."
your wrists are stained red,
you say it's the trees.
i can't see your shadow -
see through you,
but there's a light around us.
are you asking me for help?
do you think my hands are bound?
balance act held fast on a white goal post.
"how should we die?" -
how should we live?
yes, i know you're dying -
i know we all are,
all of the time.
i just wanted to know if you're all right.
are you all right?
"tragedy is a word, not a lifestyle".
balance slipping fast,
the sky explodes around us.
i'm ungratefully optimistic;
i think we should live.