Love as a Metaphor for Life

January days are wet
and love-soaked,
like my heart.

Walking for hours:
god’s face appears
as a carpenter or
a stonemason.
A magician
or the dead.

Calmly removing raisins
from the sky, words splash
against my awkwardness,
leaving it bare and

Maybe it wasn’t you,
per se. Maybe you were
just an instrument. A
vessel for my fear.

Corners are crooked
and dark. Decisions
are easily made and
quickly regretted.
The day begins again.
And you weep for the end
of it, every night for the
rest of your life.


5 thoughts on “Love as a Metaphor for Life

  1. To realize that,
    Those who are,
    Those who wish to be,
    Close to us,
    Are hurt by our fear,
    By our pain,
    By our bleeding injury,
    That becomes,
    A soul deep pain,
    When we see,
    What we have done.

    I believe time can heal most wounds and if they are not healed at there is perspective gained.
    Powerful writing!

  2. Kim,
    it’s like they’re laying in wait for us sometimes,
    waiting for us to smile and brighten in the face,
    and then they’ll come out and rob our bags
    full of eagerness and excitement.

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