Tuesday, October 15, 2024

ONLYS

What the mystic 
poet implies
is true: 

everything's 
connected. 

Only—
nobody knows how 
or why,

and not in a way 
that would
gratify you.

*

As the sun shifts downward, 

the little light 
that's left 

is the light 
that's most precious. 

Is that 
what is meant 
by clarity? 

Seeing 
that we're not seeing 

(only after we've lost it)
that fleeting 

bit
we're left with? 

*

If pleasure 
is only

the release 
of built-up tension, 

then once in a while,
I'm not too afraid 

to die.