Things I understand include
That where I ought to be
Is not among the places where
Some wish to find me waiting
Not the mountains as when
I was twelve and loved for the
First time, or the old mission
Where the pond is choked with weeds like twine
And placid though in its uncharted
Depths there are those that are alive.
Not in the dark and mirrored bedroom of a jaundiced
Mind or in a sparse and greying shower counting tiles
Things I understand include
The straining lung of lust
The disappointment of the miscarried
Love that was never meant to live
The divide as palpable as
Thick wool felt --one can feel
The disparity-- unrolled between
Eyes that cannot care
And the eyes that do see
And once or twice I've known
A day
When all seemed new to me
Held in the hand of
Things I understand
Simple painful and
Sweet
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