The Blowing, Plastic Bag (A Self Study/Original Poem)

by David (2/16/10)

Blue...
  transparent...
    white as surrender?
      Fragile and thin
         light and empty
           yet tough and strong
              full of nothing
               hollow solitude
               functional potential lost?

               Fate in the hands of the wind
               blowing around with no direction
              grounded momentarily then twirling...

            soaring high up then plunging downward
        left then right, trapped then freed
    nowhere to go but all over
no finality in movement
  no rest ever
   shredded
    suffocating
      torn apart
        recycled
          hanging
            stuck

               How did you get here?
                 Where will you end up?

Written by David 2/16/10