Self Portrait

It was a day like every other day.
Looking for value in hidden places.
Ignoring it under my feet.
Like the husband who looks in the refrigerator.
And says “there’s nothing to eat.”
While the feast drowns him.

Sometimes, it takes a wife, to make a man see what is right in front of him.
Sometimes, a man needs a wife, to become whole.
That’s the entirety of it.
Unless of course.
He refuses to open his eyes.
Prideful, his eyelids will be burnt when he welds them shut.
Opening them will be extremely painful. Doable, but painful.

Imperfection dwells in all life.
The greatest deeds we can achieve,
Are to practice patience,
Understanding, kindness.

Tina was wrong.
Love is not a second hand emotion.
It is the most difficult, disciplined action
Any human can practice.

multiple exposure photograph – textures

Strays

We are animals
We are not animals
Instinct in our blood
Reason in our minds

The night was long
Its cold walls
Falling on us
Like castles besieged

We flew through the towers
Picking up willing strays along the way

We were all strays
Looking to be led
Looking for strength
Hanging on to the sinew of words
That gave us wings

With such intense velocity
Tears escaped our eyes
Blowing off into infinity
Creating clouds of hope

Slowly
As dawn approached
We strays found our homes
Our place of belonging

We are animals
We are not animals

multiple exposure photograph