Sendings
By Shirley Segev
© Shirley Segev
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i am sitting here
I am sitting here
stuck to this chair
feeling undone
the day is gone.
Am I productive now
only because
I am sitting here
stuck to this chair
— not a walk in the park —
just the dark.
This trip
This trip, its roads not taken,
littered with the bony carcasses
of killed decisions
and a million indecisions,
ghosts dancing in the dark,
darting now and then
towards the lights,
yet out of time and place,
blinding the moment's path
with their dry bloodied
silent stare,
this trip, its road kill here
and there.
His haunting
His haunting memory
of running from,
the never-ending chase
behind his back
having to outrun
the menacing gun,
then looking
for scraps of food again,
and starting the running anew,
every time winning, in fright
for one more day
now just a memory
by night.