And thus we became friends

A wounded animal

I was, 

aching and scared

when we met,

hiding behind

a raging mood.

He watched my 

breath and waited

for a miracle which

wouldn't come.

Yet he didn't flee

or shoot.

Bouvard et Pécuchet

It is probably my fault.
I ask difficult questions that lead us
into everlasting discussions every time.

Is competition to survive necessary for organisms to evolve?
How friendly is causal entropy maximization?
Is world peace an achievable goal? I ask.

It was twenty years ago
I read Flaubert and wondered
when I would have my own Pécuchet.

It took time, but we've met.

(This is a poem for my best friend, Erick, who never gives up on me.)

My best friend

he carries a shattered
sobbing me to bed
after a bad day

and tells me about this dream he had
where I lived in a colorful house
and happiness danced around me

and I was enough.