On witnessing apparent love:
That one might express this love in anger and frustration.
That the love may be so overwhelming that one might know no other way than to criticize.
That the simple act of silence may convey a hidden truth that one might give a life for another.
While another, in their hurt for the confusion of this criticism and the misunderstanding of a misery of another may also convey a hidden truth of love.
And all this love expressed in the pushing away of another...
[PUSHING TOWARDS ME, A PLACE UNKNOWN]
And how the tenderness of the unconditional truth
may be so sharp as to cut you open...
[WITH WILD EYES OPEN, A PLACE UNKNOWN]
And the fear of its depths may keep you closed...
[THE THINGS THAT KEEP ME, DEPTHS UKNOWN]
And the simple tenderness hidden in one small action...
That one's bag may have split before their travels...
That they may be in danger of losing everything contained in this bag...
Or to put it another way, they may be freed of this weight they carry...
And the parent,
so tenderly,
with love,
without question
Passes the duct tape...
To cover the hole inside.
To cover the hole outside.
To make ones bag stronger...
That they may be better able
To carry what weighs them.
And a man working tirelessly on flight...
Holds the picture of his child by his work.
And the child may never know this and think only of how he was forgotten.
And the woman...
In a seat
In between
[A PLACE UNKNOWN]
Dreaming of the one she has
To be closer
Dreaming of the one she wants
To be closer
[CLOSER TO ME, A PLACE UNKNOWN]
Wishing for the duct tape
That covers the hole inside
That covers the hole outside
To be so tenderly,
With love,
Without question,
Peeled away...
[A WAY TO SEE, A PLACE UNKNOWN]
