Monday, November 19, 2018

Owl Days #28

At the table with the grapes and cheese
The distant past trades stories with the dying present,
Vying to be cooler, funnier, more relevant,
Most true to all who stand around the light
Hoping for rapture in a moment
That spins ceaselessly around the two poles
Surviving on a common magnetism.
How tangibly they live inside each other already,
One looking to be recognized, the other
Vindicated, the heartfelt gifts they offer
To each other, as if there is no self,
Is the compassion of some sufferers to share,
For the perfection of the moment,
The most remote of mistresses,
Never whispers in their ear that they exist.