It was early in the process of
discovery
I knew the two of us would lose
each other.
Paradox is not unknown in love.
At first our paths continued, one
upon the other,
but soon we found ourselves in
the yellow wood.
It didn’t happen overnight and all
our efforts
to maintain separating ways
together met
with personal effects like alcohol on
my behalf
and a drier kind of melancholy in yours.
You finally had the nerve to call
it quits
but even that was met with one more year of trying.
It’s over now; surrendering to that
which is
can really be a bitch. But that’s
the price.
You said that day you liked the
middle class
and I was always making light of
it.
That’s forever been the case with me.
It’s just my form of
self-assessment.
Even though I’m living now without
the greater luxuries I once
afforded,
I’m not exactly third-world poor—
thank my daughter and her
Major.
This is the present empire after
all.
So I know these fears about
security,
but I’ve seen you lately follow
them
and then convince yourself you
hadn’t.
That’s the way of people though,
divided.
The path I’ve taken teaches seeing
this,
to recognize such separation for
what it is,
to know the false as false. That
leaves pure being,
not being this or that. And being
tells one all that is—
and That which absolutely isn’t takes one back.
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