Apr 162012
 

Being here, meeting you, my life, well, my life
Is feeling complete. I almost don’t want
To jinx it by saying so much about my life.
Almost, too, I don’t want what I want.
How can his be? We are two humans,
Alike as mirrors facing each other,
Same sets of hands, toes, same talk, same tongues, lungs
The same, and yet…. I feel your alien center out there.

Your pride and determination to teach well,
How love has sucked you up like a vacuum
And now you are afraid. All this I feel,
And myself going around humming Te Deum.
Being here, meeting you, my life, well, my life
Feels complete. And yet, almost, I don’t want my life.

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