Where This Meets That
I’ve never journaled consistently, but I’ve done my share of dabbling in it. Over the years, I have bought numerous attractive little journals then managed to write a few pages in each before tossing them out of sight and mind. Finding them later always makes for a pleasant surprise.
I recently unearthed one in which I had written while my bride and I were only dating. Nestled among happy entries of falling in love, I found a poem I had long forgotten writing. After a little revising, I thought I’d share it here for any poetry-loving Crossroaders out there. Hope you enjoy!
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Thoughts cascade, alone
As on an empty page.
Images form on white walls
A story with no resolution,
Surging towards oneness
But with a heart like a yolkless egg
Dying from past bleedings and
Empty, for walls limit the free.
Whirlpools pour me towards her
In the garden, where she strolls
Among flowers but also alone
In a grand, bewildering maze.
Behind her eyes, she tries a waltz with a boy
In the corner, finger painting truths
Long forgotten but forever renewed,
Surrendering, and shamefully simple.