Poems
Bliss
The oblivious ones…
I sit with
And hold
And feel—so close to my skin…
Pain buzzing in the chaos of nameless passersby
Pain buzzing in the named and the known
Their unspoken woes–visible
Their pain—a dormant viper waiting to strike
Their myopic delusion
So clear your bones break…
But they—don’t see
They hurt and they don’t see
They cover the mirror and live with whispers
Deceiving…
But you—have not the bliss of ignorance
You cannot shut the door and hear—silence
The buzzing vibrates always…
You can be like stoic Atlas
Or—you can dance like a Tai Chi master
Gathering all the chi like a magic ball
Whirling and swirling
Cotton candy—pink and soft and sweet
The perfection of Michelangelo’s unfinished slaves
Emerging…
Transforming pain to prayer
Oblivion to bliss.
-June, 2018