I Cannot Seem To See
I cannot seem to see through all this
odd rhetoric of sullen divorce
held still by a new universal force
all I can do is stare at this mess.
The crisp mountain air will not settle me,
to hide in a book under each letter,
to sleep, curl in deep dark, to make better
a bitter infusion, emotions tea.
Within a second pulled out from myself
a slight recognition from the real
a sigh from the downward glance of my son
and I knew our time was our current wealth
in front of your love I was forced to kneel
a kiss on your forehead sent to the sun.