She had a beauty which translated across gender, across time. To call her a goddess would be disingenuous, a transparent ploy to play to her insecurities. A discerning eye saw no such impediment in her countenance.
She was beautiful but possessing the awareness that beauty is never enough. Knowing enough to realize she is more beautiful than you, quite possibly smarter too.
And kind enough to lord neither fact over you or anyone.
This is the story
In all its glory
Of a long-lost boy
And the love of his life.
I would have killed gladly–
I died a thousand deaths
To be sure–
For your touch,
For your kiss,
For your consideration.
Fortunate boy won the greatest gift.
Foolish boy missed the point.
The embrace would come,
That summit reached,
Long after our love was secure.
Long after it was understood
Brief respite, small kindness
The word is threadbare, yes.
But I tell you it tells me
Who we are to us.
For we are two entwined,
Too much made from one another
To be considered separately
Though separate we are.
This love lives a life all its own.
Just another I Love You,
Collect the entire series,
From the long-lost boy
To the love of his life.
Brands and bands and one shiny distraction
After another and another.
Ersatz prefab bonhomie
As familiar as it gets
Makes and markets itself as our lives
As we clutch it to ourselves
Starving for connection community identity.
You and I will grow old
In the bosom of these creations
And speak the jabberwocky of the moment
As we wither and dry in the passing of time.
Plastic too loses its color in the sun…
That’s been the name of this latest project of mine, and it appears it will remain so unless a better title materializes.
In essence, it’s me trying to express the sense of wonder that the universe contains, and how very close it is to all of us every day. Plus I get to reconcile that mystic sense of wonder and interconnectedness with the mental phenomenon it really is. Ain’t nothing supernatural here babies. Super and Natural, but nothing that can’t be explained by simple chemistry and physics.
All of chemistry happens along the electron shells. That little tidbit I picked up years ago in my various readings. So what that means is that everything of consequence around us, everything to which we attach labels in order to lessen the confusion, it’s all just agglomerations of atoms of various sizes joined by their electrons. No design to it, it’s all just how shit falls together.
Except for the shit we design deliberately of course.
Anyway, that’s that. Last night’s drive home from town was a hell-ride. About as bad as I’ve seen it. Houghton, the road I take out of town, becomes awash with rivers and rapids of water this time of year. Just crazy.
Also, I have never been so alone among people as I have been here in Tucson. No one am I really close to, and it seems no one wants to be close to me. Forgive the poor-pitiful-me, but I wanted to get this out without it devolving into self-defensive contempt. Which is what I feel right now. And any equanimity I can generate is what I’d rather feel.
So there you have it.