a holding hand

seeking to educate
the self
on other realities
a wheel of cheese
a smorgasbord

some people cannot afford
the danger
of talking to a stranger
of learning something new
doing away with something they knew
that has proved to be untrue

i am a forgetful scar
caught in my remembering
a burning hand to hold an ember in
a january to think of december in

it does not work
when these shadows lurk
let out the slack
then jerk
the chain
unsettle the ghosts that chose to remain