Prose Poem: Say

If you know it say nothing; know nothing its conversation.

For aimless you are in nebulous space, swinging, turning, or hanging on thread, cast about or swallowed up—depending on the space you’re in. Is that adventure?

What you’ve always dreamed of is nor near nor close and yet is its whispering reality is as far as the sectioned distance between hands on grand wall clocks will let it be, and your feet name the color of path.

A plan. A plan is all we’ve got and yet plans are abstract—the rules don’t play by the rules because life was mapped in neon colored puzzle pieces on our rubiks cube.

We’re we’ll go, what we will do, will we love it (we better, it’s a lot of money), and why? – are terrible questions we ask ourselves in this garden of sound and song, of rocks and grinding stones, of our fleeting creations of mind that our beautiful summer and spring escaped to but we ourselves can’t follow for long.

 On this eve of traditional leaving we don’t doubt we can do it—because, oh no, we can do it—we’ve been building ourselves in our respective gyms with you.

We grasp thorned barbells with white knuckles and grunt out the crunches, we trip up the rose-red stairs to repetitive beats.

We’ve sat in study halls sunlit with great lights illuminating concrete blocks that build those gyms, their grey and sometimes gold handles holding us close for when the grand wall clock peals.

And we wonder, as we await to let go these chains and ropes that restrain to colder, more ground-level floor, why we grip so tight to that same chain and rope.

In the end it’s only me. Standing in front of the airlock door. The windows so fogged over like cotton balls against a fishtank the outside cannot look in.

I am getting out. Plans blow like paper napkins off me, the schematics, the plots, the order, all down a vacuum that taught me—what did it teach me?—gone. It doesn’t matter when I am mapped out inside my pulsating head, and discover the spear stuck firmly on a printed map icon:

I know who I am.

If I know it I say nothing; I know nothing its conversation.