I’m starting a thing where I revive some old poetry from the archive of about 2004-06. It’s interesting how poems sound different when you’ve sort of forgotten what they’re about. I think I like them more now.
Starts
There’s a temporary comfort
When it’s about to begin
But hasn’t yet.
Because here you are safe
From a broken dream
Or a distressed failure.
So grab hold
Of the sentiments around you.
There’s a hesitant first step of
A misguided path.
That which makes all previous
Seem trivial.
A cliff that’s stupidly frightening
And oddly surreal.
Your bittersweet accomplishment is
Riding on the notion that really
You don’t know anything.
And the inescapable life
Will push forward
Gravitationally,
With you or without you.
And it will leave you feeling
Temporarily comforted
By all the things you might do
But haven’t yet.
Loved this! Great writing, friend…