Other Choices

It’s a sadness
complete
more or less
when the choice of
“not being”
overrides the
idea
of waking up, of
breathing the day, of knowing
the next
moment
and sad yes
awful
disappointing
confusing…
…but a choice
nonetheless
and we can cry, I did
and we can denounce
I didn’t
but we cannot be
there
and know
we can only remind others
making
choices
that we are here
for them
for a moment
forever
to touch, to
talk
to laugh
to cry
but always to listen
about choices
and offer
ourselves
as friends, to offer
other
choices
they may
not
know.

time is simple

I look at the clock while
looking at her, while
thinking that it is
time
that it is about
time
and about her
but time refuses to look back, to
accommodate
my need
she smiles knowingly
like she does
without time
without
thought she
smiles
and I have to agree
have to
acknowledge
that she is right
she knows
time is simple
it is without thought
ideas
moments…
areas of
regret
I look at her
at time
at this moment and find
she is…as right
as
time
is simple.

wrong question

We ask ourselves whether
it’s better to
do for others
than
teach others
how to do
for themselves and…
it’s the wrong
question;
is it better
to be grateful, or
confident…
free
or dependent,
because much of helping others
is absorbing their
responsibility
authority
accountability and
pain
but we know, we
KNOW
that without pain
there is
no change
none
so
not teaching
is
damning to
an endless
cycle
and saying to them
here,
let me save you this instant of pain
so it can
last a lifetime.

subway lies

An old man on the subway
older than me
at least…another
but a kid
on the street
all are
the ticking of
the clock; the grand
manifesto of life
all brought together
by the idea
the moment
the instant
recognition of
wanting to live
but not let
time pass, of
somehow holding it still
that never ending moving river
of thoughts, dreams…
of us toward
nothing
while
we regret
we pine
we bargain
with nobody
hoping to slow down the crash
knowing
knowing
knowing
it is
inevitable
while an old man
on the subway
talking lowly to himself
calls it all
bullshit.

the thing that fits us

It is what we are all
looking for…that
thing that completes
competes
deletes the sad
the bad
the simple emptiness
of living
we are all looking
in places
where we know it doesn’t exist
because it is effort
that hides
our fear…knowing
it’s never
ever
going to be there
satisfied
we sleep at night
alone
OK
until
we look again
climbing back atop
the vicious cycle
for another
lonely trip
around
the block.

Truth

She was the light
from whom I stole poetry
for thinking in
simple subjects;
the entirety of living…
I saw less when
I lived more, yet,
hungered
when overflowing
with her words
and
now I am a thin line
toward a long horizon
the essence
of her smile
her heart
creating a stretched version
of who I used
to be…
I can reach between
stars, feel
between moments
as the entirety of
living
through her simple words, her
motionless beauty
encompasses, envelopes
and covers me
with a love
that questions
no one and
allows all.

in a moment only

She looked
for all the world
like my yesterday but
promised tomorrow
in eyes of blue ebony
I fell fast and
without looking…
she saw me
as I’ve never
been seen, with
a brightness
and depth
I didn’t
believe
but it was
a moment only
and where she is now
is too far
for me to go
I fell fast
but too far
and she was
gone.