Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
It feels like happiness
But I know that's not the word I want
It's like this realm, this place
that I sometimes tap into,
and want more of.
I feel it when I am enthralled by the sight of butterflies
or fairy terns in their aerial dance above me
or when the sky is filled with amazing cloud formations
Every so often as you go through life
You come to a crossroad
It's that fork, that intersection, you have to face
And you're not quite sure where to go.
You do this weighing on the one hand this
And then, that's on the other hand.
You listen to friends who you can trust
And you hope to finally understand.
Love is logical
It makes sense
Two people attracted by mutual energies
And you experience together
And you want it not to end.
So you declare love for the beloved.
Why doesn't it last then?
Why is it so hard to find
Fear is illogical
Fear is anti-love
Fear causes you to question
Whether or not you deserve this blessing
Whether or not your beloved deserves you
Whether or not there is another better
illusory lovearound the corner
There will be challenges -
Working through trials,
Time and again
But if love is good
For the most part,
Then why not choose love
Choose to love one another.
I have kept this poem, found doing spring cleaning, since 1979. I know this date because Quest/79 is in the footer on the page from which it was clipped. All my life, I have pondered this question about being in happy isolation from the world, or being an explorer of the world. Islanders deal with this tension a lot, do I stay or do I go? As an adult, a lot of who you are is defined by this choice that you make. My play, Island Space, was about this tension.
In the right light,
even the brown weeds
overgrowing on the side
of the highway
And don't forget
the purple flowers
that fall to the grass in May,
earning the name
the custodians use,
You do not travel this world unclothed
Upon your coming
You are bestowed with gifts of finery
And as you grow, you are dressed
Think of this clothing as treasure,
Not to be hoarded but shared
Yet not to be squandered
Vulnerable to theft.
There is energy to be tapped
Whether it be in a job
or a cause
or a political figure
or a relationship
The hope for success
For dreams come true
For visions manifesting
But when that hope dies
What happens to that energy