hecubus

tenuous at best
the weight of my world held
across miles and hours
by the thinnest strands
always reaching
looking ahead
not back
the past creeps up
and severs the cord
in a lapse of vigilance

the world tumbles from me
the cord frayed from
too many
nicks
my arms too short to reach
across miles and hours
my words can't grip it
and pull everything back to me

what can i do now
but watch it fall
away from me?

helpless