Monday, June 27, 2011

AN UNCOMMON SENSE

Photo by Bobby Ong, Jr.


That humans need time, and the senses/with which to paddle through it/and navigate, and to get lost in the water’s/response as we push and kick.---From “Making Sense” by Hannah Stephenson, The Storialist.


 
AN UNCOMMON SENSE


It was a Rational Psychology 101 lecture,
and half of us were half asleep. De rigueur: 

Half of what I now recall about nothing
is that there is nothing in the mind  

that does not first exist in the senses.
Common sense.  Except that it is uncommon. 

Is it not special to find that goose pimples
are but the tell-tale signs of being touched? 

That time, you caressed my face when you saw
those letters I cut into that hapless branch. 

You did not need to say anything: your heart
did as it skipped a beat, my head on your chest. 

“Con amor duradero*,” completed the carving.
Your mute kiss said:  forever. I said: always. 

Would our eyes have seen that same eternity
if they were all that we had to have and to hold? 

On sundowns like this, on my hammock hour,
I look back to those lost years, bleary eyed. 

My mind was right. Nothing lives forever.
Are our lives all a lump of dearly felt lies then? 

What we felt then die, and are strewn like limp
clocks in a Dali landscape, despite memories? 

Yet, during these precious hammock hours,
I’d rather have seen, felt, caressed, and kissed 

Every undulant shadow before me, danced
that light fandango with them, talked to them 

even if they did not hear me nor care to hold
me, until I fall asleep muttering still: Forever. 



---Albert B. Casuga
06-27-11 

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*With lasting love.


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06-20-11

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful poem, especially "My mind was right. Nothing lives forever."

    So happy you wrote this.

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