HAPPY MEDIUM

It made him laugh; it weighed me down.

He enjoyed the effort made to bring humour into the tragic reality of malady in life.

I let the weight of despair and a vicious cycle of the havoc caused by a lingering illness overwhelm me.

When the film came to an end, a hush fell over us.

Heavy silence on my part, light reflective quietude on his part.

We were both on the two platters of the scale, opposite ends of the measuring rod.

It is a good thing, come to think of it, because together we strike a balance.

The difference is beautiful, for our uniqueness brought together offset each other.

 

EQUILIBRIUM

I have what it takes.

Do I?

They have what it takes.

Do they?

We have what it takes.

Do we?

For real?

For sure?

For a fact?

When it is all weighed;

In the balance of time and life lived.

In words kept, truth not told.

In the balance of things done, and those unaccomplished.

Where do we stand then?

Where do they stand then?

Where do I stand then?

It is easy.

It is tempting.

To ask them to justify their actions.

To live up to their standards.

To show their words in deeds.

To live up to their promises.

And me?

How do I measure up?

Without reserve.

Without  restraint.

Without a doubt.

I too must strike a balance.

 

OVERSEAS

You hoped for a better day but saw the dark, bleak night of clandestinity.

You hoped for the warmth of a refuge but felt the cruel, icy cold, deadly grip of the deep dark sea.

You hoped for a better future, a better life, but you sank into oblivion.

Your last breath snuffed out, without a sound, without remorse.

Your hopes dashed with violence against the Gibraltar, against our indifference.

 

ACKNOWLEDGE

You are noteworthy.

I am not worthy.

‘Tis and might always be so.

Sorry, it is to say, the perception thou hast,

Of my contemptible frame!

 

 

 

CHERISH

Trust me, don’t be mean.

Can’t we always come clean?

Can’t you someways not demean?

Trust us, don’t we make a good team?

 

SATISFIED?

Like me, accept me, want me, receive me.

Need me, keep me close, closer to thee.

Lo and behold.

No matter how considerable the effort devoted to the task.

‘Tis not, yea ’tis not possible, the whole crowd to please.

The mob is an unfaithful mistress.

She changes the chosen beloved on a whim.

She praises and curses all in one breath.

 

 

BREAKING POINT

You long for relief.

You wait in earnest, longing for closure.

Being satiated, yet it is a deceptive fullness.

The bittersweet moment of betwixt and between, on thin ice.

The beginning of the end approaches by stealth.

The trickling down of a source already tarried.

 

COMFORTED

You smile at me, my heart blossoms.

Your gentle eyes draw me ashore.

These dew drops of tenderness you shower upon me.

Quench my parched soul.

 

FLY!

Exponential growing, gliding upwards.

Floating, fleeting on a fantasy flight.

High, higher reaching grasping straws.

Strands golden gleaming glittering.

Whispers, murmurs.

Beaconing, beaming.

Beacons, bearing.

Hollow, hopes.

Explosion, crashing, grounded.

Emergency landing, breaking boundaries.

Coming nigh, peeling, lingering layers.

Exposed, bare, barren, hardened.

Disillusioned, dissed, disquieted.

Wisps, strands.

Grasping, slippery.

Sloppy, smothering.

Elusive hope.

Exponential, higher reaching.

Shattered, glass ceiling no more.

So firm, having, holding, handling.

Raising, resurrecting, transformed.

Wonder, delight.

Gained, desire.

Never asunder.

Having hoped.

 

WORRY

The heaviness sets in again.

The sighing begins.

The faraway, forlorn look sets upon.

The frown alights on the eyebrows.

Giving the face an anxious look.

Shoulders slump.

Head bows.

The walk is slow and laborious.