Saturday, April 6, 2019

this is a recipe for disaster

i was told that
in no uncertain terms
all things must be in their proper

it is a series of decisions
that move us inexorably
forward or downward,
what things we accept or declare,
the embrace or abdication
of choice
               elements, the bones
of relationships easily snapped
under the weight
placed too much on one side
or the other

we take our measure
by inches, or ounces, or breaths.
phonemes, morphemes,
the slightest gesture
too easily slips past the gaze.

all things require
this much care.