by Glenn Currier
Early this morning I woke up to heaven
to the space beyond space
to the creator realm
and what I imagine
as stars, nebulas and black holes
It is like relationship at the beginning
when the two of us are exploring and discovering,
alert to the next new thing about each other
the exciting, fascinating, tingly, pieces
and gifts we want to unwrap.
trust creeps in
over months and years
and perhaps perilous presumption.
And that early alert desire-to-please
We discover the person
in the shadows
in those little hidden corners of self.
We see the nonverbals -
lips turned down
in sadness or doubt,
the pain in a faint frown
or eyes empty of sparkle.
Isn’t it an unpoetic paradox
how the rare treasure of trust
can beget apathy,
usher in our humanity -
full of flaws
mixed with energy, wit and spirit,
goodness, kindness and virtue -
the stew of darkness and light -
that is… the real us?
Wouldn’t it be wondrous
to find a relationship
where the cup of candor
is lifted with the bread of trust?
Where the quilt of comfort
weakens the force of fear,
where the breezy brightness of spring
releases our brilliance
Wouldn’t such a relationship be divine?
Author's Note: This is partly inspired by the poem, “New Ways,” by Ame Ai (here on pathetic.org) and partly by my great niece and her new boyfriend (both 20 years old), watching them together at supper last night their relationship one month old.
I have misgivings about this piece. Is it too wordy, is the title wrong? Do you have suggestions for another title? Do you have suggestions for the poem or any part of it. Should I just scrap the whole thing and start over. Oh how hard it is to do that, but sometimes it is the best thing. Should I begin again?
Posted on 05/15/2018
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