By gate obscured
As well as blocked
While I
Outside
Peer through the gaps
At what I could never have
While those
Inside
Lead a life
Purposefully removed
From the gate’s other side
While I
Outside
Peer through the gaps
At what I could never have
While those
Inside
Lead a life
Purposefully removed
From the gate’s other side
Slowly
We learned new ways
To have meaning
Purpose
New ways to love
And be loved
In return
These sensations of the eye
Become meaning in my mind
And beauty in my being
The strands seek the strength
Of numbers
Of diverse fibre
The twist that binds
Knotted to the cleat
That is love
That is compassion
That is empathy
But ever tested
By the pull of anger
Sheared by fear
Sundered by hate
But always
Knit together again
All strands in the rope
Familiar becomes
Other while other becomes
All too familiar
Moments
Joyful and Solemn
Solitary and frolicsome
Beaches
Body and nature intersect
Spirit and being mingle
The beach to myself
My thoughts to myself
Long moments of solitary reflections
But for the wind whisking them off
And the surf drowning them out
So instead a solitary peace
And I on my buffeted perch
Witness to all this tumult
Moved, again, by wonder