August 2
In Plain Sight
When there is a problem, I hide. As the good places diminish I end up standing behind a pole. The trouble with this is that something always sticks out. I try weight loss, I suck in my tummy, I try to blend with the scenery. Once spotted I act nonchalant; “I’m just hanging around with my skinny friend; nothing is the matter,” attempting to cover with a casual aside what is apparent to everyone but me. I would be better off parading naked than endeavoring this piteous disguise. I can’t fool the crowd and trying to makes a fool of me. What I have forgotten is that clarity and diligence removes the target from my back and makes me invisible to almost everyone. When I solve my problem I solve this problem too.
Permit anxiety to drip off you and flow away
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WALKING
I make sure to walk joy home,
Not because I doubt her ability to find it alone
Rather because it gives me extra time with her.
I used to fear joy.
That I would be intoxicated by her presents
And lose my well-hardened grasp on realism.
Now I see that without joy in my life there is no realism
That it was only cynicism
Masquerading in its place.
Joy is simple and unassuming,
I often confuse her with ecstasy and scoot away in shy terror
Joy is nice to have around she is not just a party animal.
Sometimes I invite her over for a cup of tea.
When we are done I take the winding path
To savor every step up to her door.
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