Uncovering
I followed the pattern
like the book said, only
it wasn't a book
but something in my head.
I traced an outline
the book told me was real
only, my head wasn't real,
just what was inside it.
So I separated spirit from the flesh
and rose like a book from its cover,
except that it was only words.
The good thing was; it was only words.
As the spirit rose above
so the body stayed below,
counting the hours
in useless harmony of days.
© george wicker 2006
First published in Breathe magazine, 2002