Moebius Strip

Shadows are the unambiguous messengers of time.
And light is always late for the next event.
They will never cease to be familiar.

Now I know why first love fascinates us so:
the illumination of every other affection
comes cascading over the same horizon.

And if night makes us forget ourselves,
sever the ends of the very world;
your map will spread full before you again.
Copyright 2015

Thoughts (on a Grey Day)

. . . a swath of dusky clouds
above a wide, inviting storefront
as leaves and branches tremble
in the sweeping air.

I hold myself firm from the urge
to increase my stride.
They do not castigate you;
Their arms are not filled with danger.

Why do I wrap myself in fates
that are in no way inevitable?

Then– more absorbed than heard–
thunder plunges through
the atmosphere . . .
Copyright 2015

A Study in Empathy

The intrinsic nature, the art of conversation eluded him, how people strung thoughts together in progressive adornment and/or purpose. “Hello” was never beyond him, as well as other simple words and satisfactory phrases. At times he could hold his own with peers, match the effusions of any man or woman who should engage him. Inevitably, however, he would hit an impasse, and ambiguous fulcrum that rendered his thoughts without flow or impact. And there were conversations in their entirety that seemed impenetrable to him, as if they required him to swim through a block of glass: an impossible task at best.

I suppose people saw him as stand-offish, abrupt, anti-social, uncaring, oblivious, or misanthropic. Certainly, he wasn’t shy, fearful, reserved, or introverted. He merely dwelt in the trap of his own mind and body, the unforgiving flesh and viscera always incomplete in effect. For this frailty, he relied on the succor of those closest to him, who presaged the gaps in his communication and eased him around the voids and unto them.

Thus, I ponder what perhaps frustrates me most in this world: why are others’ burdens so often invisible to us? If these defenses circling our souls are meant to protect us, shield us from harsh exposures, know how much light that also excludes.

    And only in darkness does suffering flourish.
Copyright 2015

Love Rumination

“Why me?” you ask.
Well, I don’t know.
I can only tell you that I want you in my life,
And that I believe your presence there
Will ascend my desire for you ever higher.

I see the “Why?” in your eyes
And wish that instead of questions
I found answers, a depth of feeling
Rising with the same momentum
as mine.
Copyright 2015