On a Full Moon Whim (after Natasha Head)

On a full moon whim

I watch you lay your life to waste.

In the name of sheer stubbornness,

In the absolute rendition of refusal

To learn from my life.

I was once caught in the same web,

Climbing up the same spout

Waiting for the rain to wash me out.

You drift through the doorway doing

Nothing to draw displeasure.

You excuse yourself

For reasons, for stubbornness

For shame, for fear.

The flashing yellow light

Of your past warns you

Slow down, prepare to react,

Observe every hazard.

I dare you to cross.

You throw up walls,

throw out weapons

As the hourglass weeps

Grains you can’t afford.

I see yours, a lifetime laid to waste.
You there with your head stuck in the sand.