Friday, March 27, 2009

Midnight poem

Stillness

Tonight
I reflect on
Life’s currency-

a plate with orange rinds
&
a knife-
my focus now

I ask myself:
“How do you adapt?”

Ebb & flow,
ride with the tides
of daily existence.

Take comfort
where it exists
&
Provide support
as best you can.

The house resonates-
-strongly scented-
of many types of flowers
The blooms are
Beautiful…

I cannot fathom
what she feels
I try, but
my heart/mind
cannot conceive of
how the uncertainty
upsets her fragile balance.

I have no
answers-
My comforting ways
are suspect.

How I do not want to believe:
“We are all alone.”
at this particular point.

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