Left Behind

Sometimes when the earth turns, it leaves me behind.
Somber in color, vibrant in dullness,
I stand where I stood a year ago confined.
Unable to move, from where I have stood
I sigh.
I can not walk off
the red fire provoked within me,
I can not replenish
the blue well I have conditioned drowning within,
I can not smile
with the sun when I am content.
I can not feel nor exist when I stand in the night sky
as the life I live on earth spins by.
I can only stand still and wait until earth comes back for me,
inhaling a breath of light, exhaling fulfillment despite
Its replacement by emptiness as the earth begins to rotate away again.
I stand still. Watching the earth leave me behind.