Undertow

It’s a wonder…

Convinced

It’s all related,

As if we were

Fused together,

A tale of two:

Cosmic fusions,

Underwater lights

From life above,

Eyes retract,

Your heart slips

Into brain deep,

Caught and no way out,

Even when desire

Can’t set you free,

And, all I want

Is to stay with you.

Low Tide

for L

Some times, the personable is unexplainable. Personal perception (through experience) is just that...a personal thing. You can't change perception for someone, and as much as you want the light to reach them, they may be in an unyielding position, submerged by their personal history. 


Every moment we fall deeper, not in love, but into the narrative. If words can cut like a knife, then what's the potential for silence? 


I can see the horizon; and yet, there's nothing. I can't point this out to you, not the sea or moon; I am incapable of lifting your eyes. You're lost to a microcurrent of delusional borders. A tide pool is just that--a separate entity, existing only at low tide.


John Steinback once said, "It is advisable to look from the tide pool to the stars and then back to the pool again." I wonder if you'll get it. You may have already turned your back to the sea...

The Case of Too Many Frogs

In light of this case, someone recently told me:

In order to detect counterfeit money, you study the real thing, not the counterfeit, so when the impostors come, it quickly becomes evident it's not the real thing.