day to night –

then back again.

never ending cycle of same.

tonight with curtains closed –

lights out –

doors locked,

i pause to reconcile the balance of my day.

 

for every thought of discontent,

did i aspire to overcome the hurdle?

can i –

with any perception of conviction –

close my eyes,

sleep dreamless –

content?

 

and what of morning?

if so inclined to wake –

will just another exercise in tolerance my day become?

 

perhaps tonight my prayer should be for recompense,

rather than reconciliation.

far better the outcome of endless peace,

than temporary commiseration…

in your house of glass,

does it really matter,

the temperament of your intention?

the ambition of your consideration?

 

surely you understand closing your eyes does not absolution bring.

merely disregarding conflict –

deters nothing more than ownership of conviction.

 

at the end of the day –

when it seems the battle won –

that same still small voice will remain.

 

regardless curtains of indifference –

there will always be light shining from someone Else’s window.

and you there –

hiding –

so you presume –

in shadows that merely create contrast between the light of wrong,

and the darkness you choose to cover up the right.

i read –

and was forever changed.

 

isn’t that the beauty of this experience called life?

the ownership of interpretation.

to understand that which moves me,

may cause no similar response in you.

 

each time i enter this room of share,

i say a prayer before touching the keys.

to imply the words are mine would be considered the most elevated evidence of tyranny.

most often,

i rather hold close the thoughts –

contain them within the rooms of my displeasure.

 

however, the holder of the latch will not comply –

and all at once –

escape…

 

and so it goes.

these words i borrow;

thoughts entertained on visits from countries i have yet to travel –

journeys un-begun.

tonight i stand upon the balcony of suppose –

gaze longingly upon the setting sun –

surrender without reluctance my care.

 

what if i wake tomorrow?

what matter will it make –

these thoughts?

perhaps upon passing,

you will linger.

just long enough to take breath.

and as quickly as your exhale,

the moment gone.

 

apropos of disengage,

your read,

will fall along the side –

random highway –

unnamed –

so all-too-soon,

forgotten…

this piece for you – the abandoned one.

 

solitary confinement, it seems, in a world of (not always) smiling faces. for the you that wishes to be he, or she, or really any of the they. for just one minute of any given day, to understand feel – as much as the absence of touch.

 

this piece for you – owner of less than (it seems) enough.

shepherd without cause –

gate-keeper to an empty lot.

 

how often, in life, do we pass each other on the street –

share paths –

travel in the same direction –

yet unaware the other exists?

 

today i saw a homeless man and after the initial wave of sadness left, i found myself wondering if just maybe it was his choice? while hard to imagine life devoid of the accoutrements we deem mandatory for contentment, maybe it was his way of avoiding the pain of indifference.

 

just maybe he chose to be lost –

less painful,

than merely being – forgotten…