How am I not you?
We are the web
The living matrix of connections that exist by and through
He shakes his head then marks a pause
As the almond milk foam dances atop the morning Earl Grey tea
As I flip my notepad and scratch my prose
As every move becomes the universe moving through me
Archbishop Desmond Tutu says this about the South African concept of ubuntu: “[It] means my humanity is caught up, is inextricably bound up, in theirs. We belong in a bundle of life. We say, “a person is a person through other people.” It is not “I think therefore I am.” It says rather: “I am human because I belong.” I participate, I share.”
How am I not you?
There’s a 3 molecule delta between my skin and the air
And a 3 molecule delta between the air and your skin,
Your lung and your heart
So why am I not you?
How am I not your voice and your questions and your thoughts?
How am I not the movement of your hands, brother
How, when I touch the table, when the sound enters my head,
When my eyes react to a foot moving and tears form subtly,
Holding their breath,
How, when the scratch of the pen on the paper goes up to my torso
And down all the way to my right lap,
How is it that it feels there’s an ocean between us
And yet that the breath from your mouth is the skin of my neck
Is the air in my lungs
How is it that my eyes can lick the veins on the back of your calf
Acutely clear in its sensible movement across the room
And through the cells of the guests attending the performance of the day
And my anger, and my sadness are but love delayed,
Love put off, Love refused
Love misunderstood. Love, not ready and shy and confused.
Greek distinguishes at least four different ways as to how the word love is used:
- Agápe (ἀγάπη agápē) means “love: esp. charity; the love of God for man and of man for God.”
- Éros (ἔρως érōs) means “love, mostly of the sexual passion.”
- Philia (φιλία philía) means “affectionate regard, friendship,” usually “between equals.”
- Storge (στοργή storgē) means “love, affection” and “especially of parents and children”
And my love for you is a four headed chimera that does away with semantics
It has but one antonym
One word to break the grail and trouble the water where we swim
Aren’t we scared sometimes?
That a hug will last too long
That our thoughts might drift and meet and have a child called Tanaka
I will put my hand somewhere between your shoulder and your spine
I’ll rest my head somewhere between your neck and your arm
And my worries are troubled water dancing
To the tune of a dazzled piano
My name is Rotunda
My name is Wanda
My name is Mikyo
My name is Dan
My name is Stuart Delaney
My name is Denver
My name is the color to the left of the temple where our 2 kings swore loyalty to the water running inside the Earth they would now rule.
My name is the arrow that shoots from my throat into your heart
My name is the voice
The strength I built for us
The power to magnetise and honor
The power to cry and laugh and get lost and laugh again
The ticklish voice that covers you with her arms when you’re scared of the falling bombs
Because you are.