Monday, May 9, 2011

Peace in a time of war

"You are you, and I am I.
You do your thing, and I'll do mine.
And if in the end, we are together,
It is beautiful."


The Rhine-

All I need is to see the water ripple like that again, to know that some things can stand still
while everything else moves.

But maybe I'm not there because it's not true, because everything moves with everything else.
A swiftly tilting planet.


I am becoming transparent.
They can see everything.
I wonder who's watching.

Where do I hide?
Where do I hide?


It was good like that. Iron petals tightly rolled,
fingernails digging sharply into sweaty palms.
Walls of steel.
I was comfortable in my discomfort.


You meddled in things that need not have been meddled in,

clenched petals forcibly unfurled,
warm fingers oil for a stubborn lock.


Monet, Seurat, Van Gogh.

Some paintings look better from far away.

1 comment:

  1. You're right; some paintings lose their overwhelming prettiness when you go up close.


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