Monday, December 27, 2010
6:50 pm, 10:06 pm
to look for love/out in the battlefields
If ever there was love
This would be the place
to find it
Where there may be
no lock, no metal, perhaps
not even a permanent combination
Not in greeting cards, not in
gift exchanges, not even in our
careful letters or compassionate poems
Not in the ocean’s fold, not at
dawn or dusk, not even in another’s
It is there.
In those places we are told
it can not exist.
In the places we decide
to run the farthest and fastest
Where there are caves, where the
nonreligious decide to pray, where we would
otherwise let ourselves fall by the wayside
or vanish altogether
It is that far down.
That cryptic, but that close, we’re
Where we compensate, where we know it
well enough to hide for years, dig moats
and create diversions, where we invest
every thing in to distractions
Where else, but there, where our
better moments show us what we
loathe in all else and hold against
the world to better behold
what we hate of our selves
How close can we get to that place
without complete insanity or suicide
becoming the only foreseeable answer?
No one knows.
But I do believe it is there.
where we must gear up,
where we must wave flags,
where we must paddle
our little boats to meet
somewhere towards the middle,
of it all, not just
the evident or
the plain and simple
But the worst of it
Where we might grasp it
long enough to analyze it,
thoroughly enough to understand it,
with wisdom enough to wrap our arms
To do the unthinkable.
To hold it, to refrain from fire,
bombs, murder, burial.
But to wholeheartedly discover it.
And find it.
(for j. for us all.)