What’s Your Sign?
You can tell me your name,
What you do for a living,
Who your momma and daddy are;
But that doesn’t tell me much
Of anything about who
You really are.
I want to know what makes you tick.
What things you like, sure;
But more what you can’t do without.
What do you need like it’s a fix?
What or whom do you hate so much
It makes you sick?
What are the things
That are your heaven and your hell?
What distance is covered
By the ground between?
Who or what would you go to
The ends of the earth to save?
Who would you help
Put in their grave?
I know you’ve loved some in your life.
You might even have a wife;
But if today were your last on earth
Whose name would you call out?
Whose face can’t you forget?
Who did you love or lose that you still regret?
When your siren calls you
What language does she speak?
Is it music? Is it words? Or pictures
You feel the need to create?
What medium makes you weak?
You must have thought
About these things.
You must know
What makes your heart sing,
Your pulse pound.
Who or what is your everything?
Those basic things about who you are
And where you came from
Don’t mean anything to me.
I care about what makes you tick;
Are the edges of your pieces
Straight or curved,
And do your pieces click
Into place with mine?
Some day if I’m lucky
I’ll find the person
Who thinks I’m worth
Going to the ends of the earth.
The person whose baggage
I’d gladly carry because their issues
Are the same as mine.
The person who is my drug;
Whose touch and the sound of their voice,
Is my fix and I theirs.
The person who understands
This burning desire to create,
To produce,
To consume but to be more
Than just a consumer.
That there is a scale
And the only way to balance it
Is to create things out of nothing
And lay them against what we take.
Someone who understands
That nothing is ever perfect;
But there is perfection
All around us in these imperfect forms.
That truth and beauty and love
Vary according to our perspective;
And that each new day
Gives me a new reason to love,
To seek,
And to one day find
The imagination of that person
Whose weight lifts me up.
Until then I’ll keep searching
Looking for the one who will be mine.
Asking silly questions
Like, “What’s the weight of imagination?”.
Or, “What’s your sign?”.
