Let Me Just Belong

The fashions of this world

swept me swift across

the dusty floor of time,

then out the window hurled

fragments of my life—

like shattered glass and wine.

Where has it gone—

that lovely pedestal

they placed my youth upon?

Like the echo of a song,

just a fleeting memory—

that’s the vapor I will be.

I’d rather simply be

a nail fastened in the wall

of something greater than just me,

than shine for all to see

until the sweeper comes

to clear the house of me.

Not to be admired,

nor merely be desired—

please, let me just belong.