The puzzled angel of perfection

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Photo by Dan Fraser

 

The puzzled angel of perfection

posed with impatience

on the transparent floor of reality

and blasted me full in the face

with a universe of truth and beauty

knowing I must respond

with all the love that could explode

through cracked eyes of impossible yearning

Anchors

I’ve been carrying a trunk

full of anchors

balanced on my head

I can feel them shifting

coming loose one by one

but if I let them go

if I lose them

will I float off untethered in space

how will I navigate

among a million stars

a million miles away

The bus ride

I thought I was in a transit system

so I bought a ticket

but I never left the bus

I kept hoping

the next stop would be different

would be better

but at every stop

the same world was waiting

now I’m looking for the bus to peace

Listening

I listen to my friend

tell me a story

he has told me several times before

it’s one of his favourite stories

he listens to me listening

then I tell him the story

I told him last time

it’s one of my favourite stories

I listen to him listening

we have other stories

friendship can be like this

or we can sit in silence

listening