My inconvenient love
Either this is happening or this is not happening,
I am the only witness who can decide.
I take a willowy path into my cave saying,
If it is happening, then it is happening,
If I don’t believe it I can go ask myself.
Close to god, I mumble
or else: a fire sale.
On other people I have always depended,
and at regular intervals been called from my cave,
but I like the idea of being alone.
Walking downtown the phrase falls
through my mind again
“At anytime I may proclaim my love,
more irresistibly than ever before.”
I drive home perhaps I am crying,
As if crying were not yet defined by other
I am straight faced, dry-eyed, objective.
I wonder if this is crying, but this gentle breeze
carries no rain, no fabled clutching at the breath,
the photosynthesis of tears
a self-proclaimed curtain call of feelings,
all waited for and subtle like northern lights.
Because of the fullness of my self,
Like a moon waxing to fullness
I am willing to accept
the turn of tides, and what comes with it,
as much as the stars will give me,
the full load that fortune falls.
|I saw the night blooming Cereus|