Pressure Rising.

In low light

I try to decide

When to cut the rope

Tethered to you

That loops and winds,

Snakes the scapes

That spread the seas.

It knows the turns,

Rehearsed these aisles

Bread-crumbing to me.

It is laid

With importance

Through this city,

All along the beat up street

Which we chose.

It lays

Limp on the staircase,

Creeps 'neath the doorway.

Leaving all light in the hallway

Wrapping itself at my feet.

It is tied with might from a sailer

Tight 'round my ankle

And pulls or tugs when you budge.

In a will of a resuscitation

When will you cut me loose?

Life like a young girl abbreviating

Whole words she once wrote.

Like an Aircraft Carrier's tight with rope

To a wooden post.

Lifting and launching little soldiers

Doing a bidding.

Little bombing.

Little lifeboat.

Little life-calling.

Diving and delving into a person

Like drinking oceans.

Pressure rising,

Pressurizing,

Precious rope breaking.

In this light

I try to decide

When to cut the rope,

And let the Aircraft Carrier go

And float on her own.