The Rope, part 1
(note: this poem is based on Neneh Cherry’s single Love Ghetto, from her album Raw Like Sushi)
I hit a home run on the last stretch of life
Finding you finding me
Seems so long ago
I focused on the rope across the canyon
I focused on the rope across the ocean
I focused on holding on, I searched for your oars
The weather ripped at the rope
We nipped at the rope, others hacked at the rope
Sharks gnashed at the threadbare rope
The rope shivered and shook as I inched across
Tugs from behind shook my grip as I crawled
Halfway there, no longer stuck on my island
You saw the tugs as my receding
I crawled, I lost my grip in the wind
I clawed my way back up the ravine, began again
A puddle of misunderstanding like a sea between us
Come rain come shine, I crawled and I clawed
Leave the love ghetto behind, I crawled and I clawed
I made it partway once more when I saw you take your knife
Convinced I’d fall, what your eyes tell you
Your ears can be deceived
And this chase is haunting me
I focused on the rope as you chiseled with your knife
Just a trim, just a butter knife
It isn’t all that sharp
But dull knives still slice damaged substrate
With enough persistence
The sharks were swimming up for me
As I clung on to the rope
You were calling out to me
As I clung on to the rope
Terrified, I cried out too
And clung on to that rope
Good intentions bad connections
I saved you from saving me
Forever is only like the sky and the sea between us
The winds of time and distance, mangled language not believed
The teacher keeps on crawling but will never be relieved.