547 – No Talent For Certainty

alone and distant…

alone and distant,
with time to think —
a recipe for anguish

“Couples therapy” conducted by the beach.

The waves are playing,

Each other only

Needed, to enjoy their sport —

plaintive letters –

delivery was refused

when the last time came,

we didn’t know

“too late” was all we had left

as wonder broken

highlights shadows

lies uncovered brook no death

love is worth the time

to cultivate

for the crop only it yields

… or, the opposite.

We know love can be

A fragile thing –

When made out of mismatched cards

[… or the opposite. – Owen]