RESERVATIONS

I must cancel my reservations for a life
To live, somebody too busy while others wait
Holding their empty hopes.  My heart lured
By outlines of dreams, until a lurid array
Of details, conditions complex, threw up
Despair’s prickly hedge. Stuck on replay
The exits all closed, crushed on approach.
Soon I must cancel the space held for me
Abandoning friends or foe, troubadour
I roam, my song never ending, wandering
Away, exile my home, rewriting the score
A text of the years. The Park squares the ends
Squirrels too busy to listen.

c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
     December 7, 2006
     Palmares, Costa Rica