Poems
I haven't written poems in a long time. Mostly because my time has been consumed by other tasks. Tonight, I took a moment to peek through the things I've written. I'll share one. This is a poem written as a birthday present for a friend a few years ago.
duty beckoned me into
ritual and i—swept
by the tides of task—found myself
in a ravine where ritual
sank to the valley floor and disappeared.
to believe in different forms
of life
requires a willingness to suspend
the belief in one’s own.
by any
other name, that
which we
call a rose
would smell as nice.
the beauty of appearances resides somewhere
between their truth and their deception.
at face value, we are all apparations of
a collective memory.