it's been one rollercoaster week.
i've been so close and so closed
so flamboyantly in a crowd
and so quietly alone,
so desirous to bless and edify, yet
so close to cursing (not only under my breath)
so entirely blunt-edged, prickless and acquiescent
and so sharply cutting and acrimonious
so dry and wizened like a cactus
yet moist and fresh with the inner swell of water
so tiptoeingly, warily, vulnerable
and so brazenly self-contained
so grindingly thirsty to the palette
but so near the well
so close to hate
and so close to love
so blind and unthinkingly blundering,
wandering into recesses of incomprehension
yet containing such clarity of soul and mind,
i wish i could be more swept away & more blind.
