Arm’s Length

A poetic exploration of the genesis and destruction of life’s greatest gift

At the end of an arm length falling in and out of love I wait for the addiction of attachment to abate

Flailing first to push wailing as you pull expanding and contracting along a cosmic towline we unwind all this tape these purloined parts of our indivisible stories that wrench us to beginnings we didn’t write

Retracing steps of dances never asked in hands we never grasped our rasping gypsy cries are all that’s left

It is the IS and the ISN’T that trip these feet missing beats and failing to perceive antagonistic histories wrapped within our sheets when we meet ourselves in the reflection of your eyes

The mysterious surprise is trapped magnetic but the bits of us we hate to which we’re helpless to relate scratch and claw the gratitude . of other

Can we skip between the anger and the loathing the endless tallying of owing to step up onto a higher plane of growing back together?

All these storms that we weather do they destroy or fortify us? Bring us gold or just detritus?

Or are we damned to simply falter where we land?

© Aspen Blue 2020