Of All Things
by
Michelle Young
Published by Night Publishing, Smashwords edition
Copyright 2010, Michelle Young
ISBN 978-1-4523-4896-4
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Of All Things
‘Love is the Reality.’
(Rumi)
A tiny pink flower
Protrudes from a break
In the crumbling tarmac.
In spite of its fragility,
It has force enough
To be brought into being.
Two days ago it was hidden
And now it is here
Life persists -
Even in the concrete
And breeze-block of decay.
I walk to the end of the street,
Not fully hearing
The tuneless buskers
Not seeing the faces
Of the heaving crowds
To-ing and fro-ing,
Waltzing on to tomorrow.
No time to stop, to look,
To acknowledge we each exist.
We have things to buy,
Convenience food to eat,
Places to flock to -
The great human herd
Driven from shop to shop
In the hope of something more -
A touch, a look, a kind word
To sleep contentedly
To know tenderness
To be held and that is all.
We are all the same.
United in universal yearning,
Each one of us weak,
Devastatingly human,
Believing ourselves
To be different.
Clinging hopelessly
To the notion of uniqueness
We feel alone.
In the pursuit of happiness,
We chase the wrong things –
Vast absences and transient pleasures,
To find in the end,
When these things are spent
That only kindness matters,
Only love endures.
Desire
The caged bird,
Soon grows afraid of freedom.
My fortress
Of unspoken words,
And half-truths,
The barriers designed to protect
Served only to divide me.
I thought there was safety
In my silence,
No regret and no reliance
And I never said the words
But felt them
Stillborn on my lips,
I wanted to tell you.
Our eyes move over
The things we desire.
Each sight of you
Opens an old wound
Cut afresh and bleeding.
There is a scar
That runs the length
And breadth of me
Reminding me
Of what is absent.
I will miss you when I wake.
Khamush
Please don’t doubt,
My heart is beating
Or think me cowardly,
And retreating.
It’s just there are no words,
That have not been said before,
No new way of saying it