unrecognizable is the face
greeting me in the mirror.
I have dreamt a good man,
hard and sturdy and clean.
I have seen the youthfulness
in his smile and the courage
with which he holds his convictions -
the iron of his spine.
what is this soft, unkempt face
meeting my eye?
who is this gray man, lined
by time, slouched beneath the weight
of choices made and expectations met?
where is the sharp life
I expected to see in the eyes?
I see only weary sadness.
what happened to the dreamer
I knew in my youth -
and yesterday -
where is the good man
I was told was inside?
Month: December 2018
Searching for Meaning
Gone.
Gray clouds blanket the skies,
stretching out to the horizon
removing the blue hope from the water
and covering the guide to the West.
In search of peace and clarity -
feet thrust into the shallow depths
gray foamy waves crash
with fresh uncertainty
until the cold blade
of the water's pain stabs
at the ankles of those lost -
shining certainty through the opaque
cloud cover, disrupting it's totality,
breaking the spell of the waves'
distant dull thunder;
welcoming back reality
and the weight of what is left,
while providing sharp relief
with the aching cold.
Lighter now for the loss.
Return.