I watch myself as I move from day to day
Carrying an infinite joy
Transcendence and certitude
I watch myself being hated and loved
the helplessness of not knowing where we are headed
Your annoyance while you fix my house & lunches
togetherness and separations coincide
the blister from your finger in my heart reside
My vagrant heart owns nothing
I do not know how the rest of the world does
but in this living of hatred, in jealousy, in disgust,
in the silence, there is the love that I need
Watching it growing the distance between us
is ink to reflections and a poem I weave each day.
~ A
