People and Feelings
A person. A voice and a viewpoint;
But more than a genetive text —
Heredity writing the first draft,
Experience writing the next —
I’m not sure how much is of choices,
The things that we do or do not;
The number of chapters uncertain.
But all of it’s part of
The plot
the restaurant slow,
my food to go,
and she, behind the counter
so tall, so young,
so sad, it seemed.
i asked her how she’d been.
she smiled as she spoke, but then –
trailed off.
i asked her,
do you need to talk?
and she said
yes.
and so we walked around the way.
i don’t know why i trust you, sir.
it’s kind of weird.
i know it is.
it happens, though.
so what’s been wrong?
she looked across the parking lot;
a man was smoking, furtively.
she said
i made a plan
while still in high school.
what i’d learn
and who i’d be.
and i have followed it.
i graduate next may
from university;
and everything has fallen
into line.
but it’s not what you thought?
it’s not.
i feel an emptiness
not tied to anyone or thing.
it’s made me kind of angry.
sad.
and people my own age
infuriate me.
at least,
the ones at school.
what do you think you want?
to be in love.
to be admired.
to live a life worth living.
and how’s that going?
not too well.
finding people
who are interested in me
is not that hard.
i can’t seem to avoid them.
have you ever been in love?
if you don’t mind my asking?
oh, yes.
love involves a lot of pain.
yep, that sounds like love alright.
so, what do you do?
the man smoking threw down
his cigarette and
returned to the pizza place
across the parking lot
i don’t know what to do.
that’s the problem.
i don’t like feeling this way.
i had a plan.
i followed it.
i’m supposed to have it all together.
and you feel like having doubt
makes you different from
everyone else you know?
yes.
that’s it exactly.
how did i know you’d know?
because
i’m sort of a
“spirit father”
for you,
i think.
or i’m a spirit daughter for you.
i’ve never actually met
my own father.
well, spirit daughter:
i don’t have answers, or advice.
many of us doubt:
and many of those hide their doubt.
love is indeed painful,
and life is messy and
refuses often to conform to our plans.
do you plan to work as an artist?
yes.
but as you said, “plans”.
i will still work here
through school.
well, for what it’s worth,
i’ve seen your work, and
i believe in you.
she looked at me,
her eyes shining,
then stood up, saying
her break was over.
i picked up my to-go order
from the steps where
we’d been sitting.
she said
thank you
spirit father.
i think that helped.
Uniformity
In thought and look and feeling
Conformity
In action and in word
Atrocity
That’s overlooked, or sanctioned
Capacity
To swallow the absurd
Mendacity
In reasons for our reasons
Opacity:
To hide what’s true or real
Complicity –
Acceptance of what’s evil
And paucity
In truth to what we feel
I’ve heard it said that love is made
From simple things,
I’ve heard it said
I’ve seen the two of you grow strong
For what’s to come
For what’s ahead
I’m sure that hours, weeks and days
Will crawl sometimes, and then, stampede:
I know that love is everything,
So you have everything
You need
Studies hard so she
Can make the soccer first team;
Stronger than she looks,
And rabbit-fast on the pitch —
And yet, she’s no real scholar
That’s an ethnic trope.
Koreans and studying
Are considered twins;
But those who know her, know that
She’s more about the running –
she’s working on a
doctorate
and she is fearless
= = =
where she’s been
most don’t even dream
of daring
