If only you would not deny
when I tell you how sad I am
to hear you so hopelessly alone.
Could you be a bit scared?
Like the rest of us,
that just maybe this is it
and somehow I missed
while dreaming other strings
of theory about who we are,
you and I.
How do we deserve each other
in this life?
How do we dance incarnation’s
precision march through culture,
beliefs,
words,
norms,
language perhaps more sustainably waltzed,
and sung with full resonance,
to grow this tree of life,
spin dark Earth to reach dawn’s light,
to race winter’s season into warmer springs
of laughter, love,
and hearty hugs and memories,
worn rugs with stories gently
gracefully unraveling.
I understand it hurts to imagine
someone I love but cannot find
grounds for stable relationship,
leaving home on pilgrimage toward
a lifestyle of regenerative promise,
like turning my back on our potential
in search of a fool’s dream
to have only what I already have,
if I would only want you
just a bit harder,
longer,
more regeneratively.
Even so, your pilgrimage
already has my blessings
wherever, to whomever,
can bring you less loneliness
than I have,
and more love,
less fearful peace.
I don’t know how to love you
away from your cocoon,
and you’ve left no room for me inside
to metamorph together.
While I realize we made this mess together,
I see no way to clear it up
or live in it as is
other than embracing your cocoon,
by crawling up in mine.
If only I could not deny
when you tell me how sad you are
to hear me so hopelessly alone.