Saturday, October 5, 2013

We Are Not


We are not committed to each other, there’s no ring
around the fingers of our hearts, no paper
promise or key copies for the same door’s lock.
Why is stating this a shock? Why should my bones rebel?
How can I shudder at a fact when Truth and I
have long been friends? I ask the the Light to shut his mouth;
he looks at me with wounded eyes. These days I have made enemies
of Time and Space and Reason, everything
that threatens to come somehow
between us. But they stand at the door
and knock.