Release

You can’t see what I see

Nor I feel what you feel

Me a melancholy

You a mystifying madness

You climb to the top and leap over mountains

Radically bounding and moving

Moving

Moving

Always moving through space and time

Shifting and changing

Clawing and grappling

Shaking and rapid

Eating and eating

Always seeking and stimming

You chant

“Energy”

“Energy”

“Energy”

Your force fierce and fantastic

Your schemes grandiose.

You can’t see what I see

Nor feel

Nor touch

Nor hear

Your works are motion and chaos

I do what I must

I will to do what I should

Whilst you thrust yourself ahead

Forward always forward

“Sigh”

It must be so

If I were to hold you to myself and warm you to myself

Your heart would be stilled

Your eyes would close

You would dream deep dreams

Your lids weighed heavy with idea’s, will close eternally to dream of your truth

Your being

I will myself

To stay myself

To Master myself

While you be who you will

While you be who you must

Energy

Life

Lust

Loving people, can be the most difficult and wonderful thing. Releasing people to be exactly as they are and knowing when to let them go, is indeed challenging. The parent child relationship being one of the most challenging. We all need to release someone at some point.

This poem was written as a writing challenge in a writers group. It was an image of a monkey on a bus, that was leaping over the head of a child, who’s expression was one of absolute defeat/awareness/’here he goes again’, look. It was beautiful. I wrote it as if the monkey was the child and the human child was the parent of the monkey. It was the perspective of the child, dealing with the wildness of the monkey.

The Monkey was voracious, eating everything it could get it’s hands on and leaping every which way. The Child, could do nothing to change the situation. The monkey was always going to be a monkey. I think the lesson is obvious. Let people or monkeys be people and monkeys.