Strange things afoot...

I am experiencing a few crosscurrents today, streaming in and out of life each moment. Here is a poem that says something about that…

My Attempts To Capture Infinity

World come apart,

I lie awake in bed not able to sleep

one of the many things I know I

am unable to do.

I worked hard yesterday and I’ll

work hard tomorrow, trying to

capture the one thing that won’t

be caught.

Call it my attempt at fishing.

Say the river is everyone I meet.

Say the river is you.

Say it is even more specific.

The river is every wish you’ve ever had.

That is the river I’m fishing in.

And we are all lost. Maybe some of us are

trying to catch infinity, or at least one infinity,

at least one moment when things can add up.

And I mean better than two plus two, because

that does not equal infinity and you know that.

We can add, of course, and we will.

But then we have all the little acts

of love, the jokes we make with each other to ease the pain, the chores that must be done, the very necessary evils of the day, and even more necessary dreams of the night.

I’m still fishing in that stream.

I find it hard to sleep, knowing there’s one

out there, sleek, supple, entirely comfortable living in water.

I cast my line. The creature

breaks the surface, the ripples settle, and that is as close as I get, this time, closing my eyes, breathing, knowing I’ll never ever stop.