The Meridian

What can I bring to the meridian?

My feet won’t last long in these shoes

Saw a carpet stain that looked like you

Maybe, someday -

a soft covering for my knees

So I can crawl across that line

I have a leather wallet

Engraved with strange initials

I’m sure it’s fine

My skin has a stench and I cannot hide

See me or don’t,

But I don’t want to keep score

My book bag grows heavy

Without understanding

Waiting for something to

Wring out my pores

I would float in this puddle

In a paper boat

If It meant I could see the bottom

It must exist

The gray sky up top

Tells me that gray is many

Tells me that time is plenty

Tells me that I am heavy

Where can I go with these shoes?

What can I bring to the meridian?

I must remove my jacket at least