Taut – Cary Briel

Posted on May 24, 2011 in Poetry, Writing

In a field, I see you and I lying taut in the sunlight, stretched so perfectly that no finger or toe is even slightly bent. There are no ropes, no restraints, so I tell the me beside you, “ask.” And I see me turn to you and ask. In your eyes, I see it. I can’t help myself, I can’t. I’ve understood.

At night, the moon lights your flesh so I could swear I’m not stretched anymore. I stand and run around you, still understanding your taut predicament. But I’m free, and you’re rooted like a tree, unmovable. I know this, but still run free. I’ll get to it eventually.