After Much Counselling,
what when the endfable failed,
and his crystal promissories all dissolved sour?
the not-good-bye only a filigree
of the still too tangled skein, Gxd failing to come clean,
expecting, in fact, he’d wake up to a dream?
No, beginningendbeginning rag doll on
with wreckage clearing after the forensic team has been,
but as stained memories take that bend in the road
always still the shardsplintered red
On the wet glisten road night
edge of the head light;
Steel fibre nerves take the curve, drop a gear only just;
the only way to live with how that left him, except it didn’t,
is the gentle discipline when one has strength (sometimes he does),
of mindful prayer for the world in which crashes happen,
the dangerous blurring saved for then, his solidarity tears
with those on that bend in the road tonight.
Maybe then he can sit with cocoa and a hearthfire
as if the world is safe;
The counsellor mis-stepped in saying that
generally, it is.
