Saul Poem by Carolyn Michael

Saul knew how to do it right
He was always so content
He stood his ground with dignity
More solid than cement

Which is why I lost my way again
When I found him weak and curled
Behind the shed of the Dime Mart
Said he was hiding from this world

His eyes were once a long, blue mile
Now they stopped right at the skin
And his arms, which were so mighty to me
Now seemed frail, delicate, thin

I used to think that the outside was weak
That bodies could exist alone
That the wind couldn’t blow us over
That we were more than water and bone

And once again it got inside
Maneuvered through my skin
This feeling that he gave to me
The state of mind I’m in