Drift

The currents suffer us no sympathies.

In mere moments of innocent neglect
the steady waters turn our course
to their capricious will.

North stars be damned.

I swear –
I could make it wherever
these best laid plans intended,
if it weren’t for this incessant drift.

Kinship

I tend to better associate
with souls who wear
their sins on their sleeves.

Not hidden in the folds of their hearts,
nor presented in metered phrase,
but written in muddled stains –
the remnants of tears and struggle,
through waves of examination, ingrained
into the very threads of their being.

Forebears

to live is to experience
to experience is to hurt
to hurt is to know
to know is to understand
to understand is to appreciate
to appreciate is to forgive
to forgive is to mend
to mend is to, at long last –
find some measure of peace.

Flux

Forgive me.

The first time I told you I loved you,
I was still figuring it all out.

I still am, I guess.

Limbo

The situation appears to be terminal.

I’m resting on my haunches
over by the power outlets in SFO.
The sounds of idle construction,
buzzing somewhere off in the distance.

Layover’s delayed – God knows for how long.
This itinerary has a mind of its own.
Feels like eternity ago
that I hopped from CLE by way of BOS.

Nameless travelers drift listlessly by,
toting baggage they’ve collected along the way.

We’re all simply waiting on our next connection.

In Spite of it All

I know that repeating this to myself
doesn’t make it mean anything more.

But I once made a decision
that you would be someone
I would do anything for.

And it’s still true.

Quietude

I must confess, I’ve never felt moved
to shout this love from the rooftops.
To demand the world take notice.
To let it reverberate in the ether.

Your love grows on my being
like a moss in the wood.
Quietly, do I stay my root
so as to know you more.

Role Models

Some of us are hoping to recreate
whatever it was that made us believe
our parents were meant to be.

Others of us have only learned
to recognize the warning signs
of conflicts which drove them apart.

Both are burdened by perspective –
one with great expectation,
the other with cynicism.

A Curious Nostalgia

I used to love imagining
what her smile might look like
with a few more wrinkles,
seen through eyes that didn’t bend light
quite like they used to.

And now,
strangely now,
I find myself unkempt with memories
of a future that will never come to pass.

Memory

Not everything can be remembered, so that some things will never be forgotten.