And If You Asked I Wouldn't Tell You Why

Steeped within the comforts of my former home
I roam the vast plains of time
Alone.
I fear not,
For I am tranquil with the thought
Of dissolving into this
Throne of lasting brick and stone;
Abandoning all former woes
That might call my name if I had known.
It is my every haven:
The creak of the garage door,
Watermarks upon the floor,
The chore of cleaning up those melted ice cubes
 Who could not stand up
To the heat around the valley’s core
If only they’d have shown themselves before
They might have had a chance, poor things.
My travels may just prove me weary
My shadow may just show me weak
But I will cling to this serenity,
I will keep myself afloat,
And drift along in serenity
Through time’s sands
However remote.

-LKS 9/24/2012