Wednesday, July 29, 2009

No Pain, No Gain

Perhaps pain is a roaring ocean against the will, a whirlpool of historical burden stretching across the globe under cover of the know-it-all sky

Maybe gain is the music in its roar, and when reflected in our eyes extends its reach under the disapproving gaze of a loneliness that will never be satisfied

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Here and Now

Perhaps here is the closest we ever get to sharing the distance created, no fault of our own, when morning becomes afternoon
in a whispering triumph over human isolation.

Maybe now isn’t such the unexpected burden we expected
it to be, swimming upstream amidst a myriad of miscellaneous experiential odds and ends, knee-deep in the unsaid.