10 months

Patience

Is the weighting of the scales

Silent, spacialized, weighing

Moving

Like a pendulum swinging round

In a pleasant swirl

Surmising surely that the suspended sway will swerve

And swivel

Your way back

To me

With everything held in balance

Physical

Touch was meaningful to her. 

A glancing hug, a wayward kiss. 

A small droplet of water in a desert abyss

to soak up the land and renew

all the ideas she ever knew

dark and stormy knights

whose armor should’ve shone

were all the nights she’s ever known

Anger was her secret place

A splendid way to save face

But steeples high and prayer towers

Couldn’t stop the evening showers

from her eyes

the way she cries

the way she watched her friend die

And nothing I can do to save her

or change her behavior

it’s all up to our Lord and Savior

And I could pour

A little more

Aquafina down the drain

But only living water

could bring healing upon her

And redeem all her pain

What I really want is fame

adoration

credit

merit

and a newfound self-esteem

But all I got from my hair brained plot

Is this poem down the stream

My old coping mechanism

Be the man, have egotism

is shed like a carapace 

replaced by a therapist

and a deeper aligned orthodoxy

That I am not the proxy

for her resurrection