Soon Poem by Gabrielle Ciarann Roniyah Baer

Soon
I tell myself
I'll learn the trick of it
lose excitement,
forget.

When
I ask myself
will I shake it off
cut loose,
regain my cold, calm self defense
of apathy?
[I cannot really want that crab-shell back.]

Damn!
There you are again,
Shaking my composure,
Shattering my masks,
invading,
surrounding,
demanding,
Why?

You seem so close to being my past,
to thinking my thoughts,
what am I afraid of?
Will the fragile world dissolve,
if you succeed?




written in Sept '76