Wandering Wonderward: More Poetry from the End of the World

Serial Fantasy

I'm needing another addicted to wonder
To keep me from being alone.
This blundering wonder's the most I could muster
And it's not enough on its own.
But who'll hear me mutter while digging through clutter
To find some forgotten detail?
And just who'll hold my hand while I'm searching for land
Somewhere no one else dared to sail?

You'll go into battle with no bones to rattle
And no one to guard your behind.
You'll call out for the guard, but they're out in the yard,
And frankly you're losing your mind.
The kids never listen, and how the grass glistens
Where somebody else has to mow!
So you fall like a log, and you snuggle your dog,
And listen for sirens to blow.

We've been trying for years, but it just ends in tears,
No matter how much we're in love.
We seem way too different, the future gives no hint,
And pelts us with rocks from above.
But it isn't that bad, and it won't end up sad,
Because we are not on our own.
No! I'll hold onto you. And you'll hold to me, too.
And they'll never get us alone.