Search This Blog

Content

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Drift: Pondering a Paradox

After that desert fun,
Avoiding the sun,
Crouching in the dark,
Blinds drawn against the glare;

Feeling safe unknown,
Letting an unbidden rage fly
Until it runs dry
But continues simmering quietly.

Carpet beetle on the floor,
With gentle hands
Delicately scooped it up
And deposited it outside;

But then came the thought
Of how amidst the vile mood
Compassed ruled action anyway,
Such a contradiction!

What does it mean
That kindness
Cohabits with hostility?
Or so it seems,

One discovered
Hiding amidst the other maybe,
Triggered by
A tiny insect,

As if it crossed my path
To remind me
Of the other half
Of reality’s game;

Nastiness and compassion,
Living alongside
Without clashing,
How this can be
Remains to me a mystery.

No comments: