Causeway

This curdles...

This cold cognitive glitch,

deep in the brain file where

all names are categorized.

Open this folder of loved ones

spilling out,

swiftly misnaming utterances,

trade gains of competing names.

children–

         old lovers–

                       currents–

flow on the mind’s river of time.

Sometimes the family dog,

but cats have their own hiss of spit,

cataleptic arched ready to strike

a list in a pose for licking wounds;

clot,

    coagulate,  

                   congeal,

assuage the pain, comfort is art!

On the list, off the list, blindly.

How do you know that you love,

by the wisdom of the heart, wildly?

solidify,

     thicken,

           turn sour,

                       ferment,

suffering is such a great clarifier!

Brought to me hard glittering,

strange crystallized salt rarified

by the abrupt reaction to pain.

Bound–

as we are,

like the octopus in the sea,

bodies in air on the causeway of time

searching for unity.

We can never have full knowledge of love.

We can never grasp past boundaries,

love is a structural feature of our soul.