parental shadows
January 30, 2008
catesbool
A quick pass through the bridge blinks back the shadows cast
by the light near the edge of the river. The bus runs on in its constant speed, a sure sign of life going unabridged.
How many times do I need to see this little inferno? I walk through the pedestrian, evading
glances from people drinking on this late night of Monday rumbling.
There is eternity in thinking how constant the humming of
sounds in the streets is. A sure way to
light up the fire of a dormant sky, waiting for the world to stop in its orbit.
My face conjures up a sneer, a reminder of the
self-deprecating sarcasm I hide beneath this calm veneer.
Yonder, the parking lot sits in darkness, waiting for cars
to listlessly fill it in transience. Hour by hour, day by day, there is no stopping the cold from creeping in
fondness.
If only it could sit still in contentment. Maybe the passing of wheels will not evade
the sense of enlightenment.
There are things I am reluctant to see. Things I am afraid to reconsider. If only because rights can also turn into
wrongs. Or wrong can unexpectedly turn
out to be right. In between, I see
nothing. I hardly notice the pain in
the pale.
Life blossoms everyday. Within raindrops, I mesh and merge. Roses bloom still there comes the gloom. I have my poetry. Some people
have philosophy.
I sought when I began to form a thought. Nearer to an answer, I only got farther.
I wondered why she stopped fighting. Why the warrior lost her biggest battle. Because the knight, for her, would not
fight. Because he saw so many sights.
Am I destined to be like her? Is my fate to choose as he dared?
In dreams, two faces I have seen. One is old and the other, contrast in
extreme.
If wisdom it was I sought. It is now so far away from my thought.
There is no perfection when one only finds
dissatisfaction. A life can beat, steady
as the heat. Or like a butterfly, it
merely arches high to flit…
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