Poem # 18

Peter Pan's Request

I adore the artificial midnight blue
reflected from the unsettled alarm clock
piled up on the cluttered end table
unlocking my anxieties,
"Let go of complications", you ask me to
"fly out of the window", with you
I take notice of tiles forming patterns
on the north side of the bare bathroom wall
Every time I find the same images
Clearly hidden in the lines and hues
I don't need any feigned interest, really
Even though I feel the need to explain
to desire peace and freedom of expression
I don't understand your indulgence
in living in the past, in escaping you
Often on the sleepless nights alone
Feeling inspired to reconnect
I try too hard to simplify things
So, the answer is "no",
I would rather try to understand
even if I'm as lost and rejected as you

Ella Evans© 2008