Think “A Beautiful Mind” All The Time
So, there’s this woman,
RIGHT?
She lets me enter her dreams,
But doesn’t give me access to her heart,
And since she seems to have a gated community
Around it, I am listless without the code.
I only want entry.
In the sooty arena, we may find ourselves,
Both entertained momentarily by
The truths we keep denying.
She refuses to budge.
I am stubborn too, so a good ending,
May not occur.
The mind is a wonderful thing to search.
I often lose myself in its grasp.
How do we manage to walk upright
In such a narrow space?
ASTOUNDING, IS IT NOT?
But, back to my tangent…
I run, run, run to a closed corner,
Because comfort is here
And she won’t see me hiding.
it is the perfect space for damaging
The spirit.
We want minimal clean-up.
The mud of me is a hard thing
To travel.
No one wants to kick their shoes up
In this mess, getting the soles
Covered in crap.
So, they remove them
And walk barefoot in the lines
Of worn limbs.
I ALLOW THEM THIS.
IT FEELS GOOD.
Again, back to my tangent…
I am losing content. I keep wandering.
So, she turns into a statue of vague
Understanding, harnessing good vibes.
I want to nestle in the quality of
Her guidance, willfully losing whatever
Goodness I still have wrapped up in me.
The code.
I need the code.
I only want entry.
I need access.
She denies me still.
Author’s Note: I live in a “Gated Community,” some I allow access, some, I do not. Others have to search for their own entry. I am trying to gain confidence in my voice, so sometimes, I’ll do audio poems. They help.