Disabused

It was what she said that brought it home

Driving into place like a 10-inch steel screw through my foundation

With a kick and a jolt, I was there

 

These words are useless

These words are meaningless

But I can't make you feel this any other way.

So here, have a little bit

A morsel of understanding through a practice already archaic in the ever-beating drum of life

 

Blood pumping through;

And to think I once refused,

To think I ever thunk I couldn't be so disabused

To hold it in my hand

To crush it with my fingers

To squeeze and squeeze and squeeze until it's dry as a bone

 

That's my poem for you.

 

A stone heart brought to lithe motion by a little one

An exhilaration full of fury but no sound

I have no words for the bottom line here.

It's in the stars, the firmament fully laid above.

This is but a small dose, sating a mere ripple at the foot of a titanic wave

 

This is my ode to you.