Standing on this deck I look down and observe.
This deck is high above the lives of my friends
At times I feel higher than all human kind
I stand alone humbled in this crowd
As the crowd separates Between the entertainers
And the loners
I stand back and observe.
Perched above on this lonely deck, I wonder if I learn more from this distance
Separation, separating myself from the world
"They" all learn from their mistakes.
From me they take and take
I observe like I'm on a deck.
From above looking down.
I so want to look up instead of down
Even if I have to jump off this deck
Position my arms close to my eyes and just dive
Dive into the rest of the world
All it's insecurity
By now I should have learned my way around
Or like Grenouille
learned my smell around
By now I should be able to stand on my own cloud
Pour myself out and share with the crowd.
This collection of dark, brooding poetry explores poet Joseph Saunders's journey from boy to man over the course of a decade. Love, betrayal, beauty, and danger combine in an eclectic mix of words and emotions that compel you to delve into your soul.