Sunday, April 9, 2017

this bliss


Not uncommonly,
They may ask of you,
to look around-
Take in the view,
as it were,
but it is best to leave it out.

In cases when told
This is the way it is done,
one need not rush toward the end.

And if casually asked to share your secrets
be willing to concede
the bigger half will be theirs.

Often they say They have been there
and done just that, you know
not that same annual vacation-exactly.
Repeatedly
They always say-They hear you,
it would have happened
either way-as if unaffected by choices
made either way.

Finally,
They have never seen you look this way-
Has something changed?

This acceptance,
This silence,
This resolution,
This endurance,
You have never seen this
on me, is it new?
I guess,
I call it Bliss.


Painting by John Melhuish Strudwick (1888) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

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