Carbon

1 of a new series of poems

I take the same walk every day

and think the same thoughts

trying to go somewhere

trying to leave

I am dissatisfied, 

imagining what it would be like  

taking that first step

or even how, and past that, where?

I am petrified in the sediment of my ages. 

Daydreaming of someone chipping me free,

exposing my crumpled form to the air.

I'd suck in a breath that would feel like a first,

go somewhere new.