on leaving you

wheels rattling, scrunching hissing –
iron snake bears me away
sleek dragon – screeching skitt’ring wyrm
to take me -where? –

my soul lagging – trailing behind:
a kite pulled by a running child
soars – climbing the resistance –
ever higher with celerity

my soul has not the serpents speed
– inert – or more than that
for – loath to part – and so
will tarry where the other flies.

now rattling, scrunching hissing –
iron snake bears me away
sleek dragon – screeching skitt’ring wyrm
to take me – home –

and i arrive –
thoughts still with you
my soul – kiting – somewhere
‚tween here and there