Maybe
all I’ve known you
is enough
for the rest
of my life.
And maybe
it’s only
the first paragraph
of a very very
very
good novel.
Who’s to say.
Time.
Time will tell.
Category: Poetry
Aloneness
I guess
I’d rather experience
aloneness
without you
than with you.
Perhaps
this is ordained.
A pinprick
in the infinitude
of time.
A time to relish
being so me
that I can’t
fail
to see
my own wonder.
Later
I’m not interested
in getting lost
in words
that sound Spiritual
when there is a human heart
before me.
Especially if it is breaking
broken
or bleeding.
Presence
Awareness
Compassion
before
Concepts.
Come into
my arms.
Be held by my heart.
Talk can happen
later.
This Sadness
This sadness
Is heavy
I wonder how long
It will keep me
Company
It’s hard to believe
It’s hard to believe
how many Saturday nights
I’ve had without you.
Sundays and Mondays
and all the other days, too.
Sometimes I wonder
if I should have made
different choices.
Usually, I don’t.
Usually, I realize
I couldn’t have.
I did the best
with what I knew.
I trust
I know better now.
Safe Enough
All the pain of not feeling loved.
All the pain of not feeling seen.
It’s visiting now
Because it can.
Because it’s finally safe enough.
Before it’s been pushed aside,
Rationalized,
Spiritualized,
Bypassed,
Covered with food and wine,
Drowned in distractions.
It was too much.
I couldn’t know that
From there.
But now
Here
It’s clearer.
It’s ok.
There is time.
There is space.
There is kindness in my own heart
For my own heart.
And so this pain visits.
It doesn’t have to stay.