spark

watch out for you will be swept away
because your dreams don’t matter
in the face of a slate of granite
sparkling and solidifying the room
so solid and forceful
so barrenly bashful
wayside: that’s where you’ll fall

take pity?
no. not my job, not my responsibility
not my guilt to pile up, not my religion to form
I can’t take charge
when the sparks that matter won’t make decisions
so you’re left to face
the reality of the who-says-what-goes-is-leader

rippling through the basics of our friendship
because it wouldn’t be enough to destroy only this
we’d have to tear down the house and the barn included
we’d have to eradicate the animals and the fish
bonds, like water molecules, are easily broken
with only a minute little spark of contempt
willing to risk the connection for future worthiness.