Strange that Penelope
does not question or pray in a selfish manner
Nor is she a narcissist with fanciful selves
startling from her mirror
But at times (not known to many) Telemachus watches
her levitate at sundown for she too is out looking
He searches through her eyes until they form a long line
of clouds Never completed
(Maybe you she too would asked for more from life
had she known more about speaking)
Say in the middle of one half-truth another comes bottoms-up
from a Bog of Ink that throws up broken phrases
but never finishes a sentence
No
dopey kid you alone did not cause the split in your parents
It’s a dilemma arriving way before you were born
Can anyone stop yes from shifting full-force into
Pithy little essay (this one) Action rarely swoops in
from a wilderness of choices
Elemental puzzles of fire
earth and wind over water add profundity to puddles
of human ignorance
That curving number eight counted too in my murky ball
as a child Closed track of infinity Over and over
the same route No better way to learn than with friends
and enemies who swap places but can’t change
