head over heels

by Kathryn Petras

“I wanted to be with you alone,
and talk about the weather”
So says the song.
And it’s what we all search for.
Someone who makes the weather important.
One that wants you on the trip.

It’s a restless idea that exists in all dreamers.
Turns us into tumbleweeds.

If only you can look hard enough.
Wait long enough.
Maybe even fashion it for yourself.
Take the key you have and build the lock around it.
Or vice versa.

Like fishing.
The lure is made for catching.
I have been both fish and bauble.
Every time that sweet lure gets swallowed down.
You feel the hook just a little more.
The bait starts to look like what it is.

Hooked,
torn loose,
tossed back to the water.

Better to be killed and consumed,
than to be caught and recycled.

It’s been said,
caring the least,
gives you the most power.
And so I tend to be powerless.
My hearts a smushy little bastard.
Too much of my life spent being careless
to waste the rest for power.

Maybe soon to be the lure.
Maybe it’s my four leaf clover.

“something happens and I’m head over heels.
I never find out till I’m head over heels.”
Lure, or fish or dreamer.
The weather suits for the time.
“La, La , La, La, La...La,La,La,La, La....”