D is for dandelion

I owe it to you.
Standing up after falling,
holding myself gently.

We disentangle ourselves
from memories of togetherness,
set them to continue drifting,

once a week I still wish I
had worked harder at my
pretending.

I owe it you.
The conscience of my limits,
the opening up to impermanence.

They do not teach us

You were just now
the soothing rustling of leaves.

In the winter, a bird
singing a song
I have not been taught.

There is
enough about you
I,
who am restless
and clumsy,
cannot reason.

I fail to
determine your weight
against the
weightlessness
of this world.

In every case scenario
I try,
but cannot touch you.

Quantum interaction

I sit with thoughts
afraid to name it,

afraid the moment I
name it, I kill it.

An infinitesimal portion of
this universe, you and I.

Both dead and living
before being brought to light,

our destiny tied
to the behavior of waves.

Falling in love is
rarely  a binary event.

This is what I heard: surviving,
all we remember is being alive.

Waking season

in a dream we sit together
on the stairway and wait
for the storm to go away.

we talk about God knows what
because this time, I am just visiting
and I cannot control my mouth.

we are average people,
we need our sorrows,
we long for our vacations,

we say bad things about
folks we believe to have
nothing in common with.

you tell me in the kitchen
you have lost someone
I am lost for words

I fail to disclose that I write
to keep my ghosts manageable.
I am telling you now.

Closure

Kurt Vonnegut - Slaughterhouse Five