Wednesday, June 16, 2010

The Whale in the Men's Room


Some people are like the sea, they feel and know
it all, but cannot say one word,

For talking just distorts our deep connection.
The tiniest of nods is full of grief.

I see a lady crying to herself, unbridgeable
with um's and ah's—even a glance disturbs the purity.

Minds like stars are so deep inside us
they seem impossibly far away.

Oh the horror if we found out the greatness
That empties out of us in every moment.

2 comments:

The Storialist said...

"Unbridgeable" makes this poem, for me. I really enjoyed it.

DarinS_Cone981 said...

每一粒厄運的種子,卻包孕著未來豐盛的果實......................................................................