A Song of Prepositions– Act III
For Patrick –In Anticipation
By Jane Tawel
I can Not run with Your Light in my eyes.
Your Sun blinds me to the path ahead
And I see stars and darkness instead of Sunlight.
My head aches trying to see straight.
I need Your Son behind me
Like The Wind but not as pushy.
I need Your Sun behind –lighting the way
Around the shadow of my body’s darkness.
Ah, Patrick, Did you ever, like I
Prefer the Son behind you
Not before you?
Not around you?