Saw three contraries
-Running against traffic
Swaying my mind, once again
Against the tide of everyone on time.
2-
The moon last night disappeared.
A sun seeker who had lost time
Came out to try and rise it from her mind
-She froze time three hours long
Accepting dark as dark- Promised sunshine
When the energy tangled in her hair
Escaped it's protective shroud.
3-
Return unwillingly to the soup kitchen line-
I breathe a sigh of relief at the amount of people
Impatiently milling about while waiting
To be let in-
The food must be at least decent
For them to form a line, however hungry they are,
In the violent heat that causes dehydration,
And anger- Even to those you love.
4-
In a man's mid-thirties-
No kids, never married-
Finding a love interest is difficult.
Some would say money is most important-
But even a blown out junky,
Can force a whore into sex.
The importance of other intangible things
Seems more important than money.
Women want stability more than anything.
And, they want to experience new things,
Sometimes recklessly.
I've been stable, reckless- All at the same time.
I suppose continuance, without remorse
For the shortcomings I, and she,
Are certain to find with one another
Would be a kind of perfection
That seems unattainable, in this world,
Or, the world we perceive to live in.
5-
You drove yourself mad on purpose-
Forced yourself to beg from people
You knew had less money than you-
You only drank water for ten hours-
Knowing dehydration kills faster
Than starvation-
You walked over pennies
People threw on the ground-
Hearing your Father's voice-
"A penny saved....
I found you fourteen hours later-
Beyond yourself- Possibly hallucinating,
Confronting the Devil for his sins,
And, literally, tearing your hair
Out of it's follicles that would not release it.
I sat and watched as you made amends
With yourself, and your lost God,
And your foreclosed upon property,
And your scarf made for fashion,
Not warmth.
And, I wanted to hug you,
When you stretched your arms out,
Seeming to need comfort.
And, I came to love you,
When, after you rested a bit,
You got up, onto your feet,
Composed yourself, and told me
I did not need to follow you-
And, we would certainly meet again-
Since, we are always here,
And, so far, we have always
Made it home safely- Not,
Without any help- But also,
Without the overabundance of a watchful hand
Steering us in directions we did not intend
To travel to.
