Distancing
Distancing
Crowds of thoughts
crash together
spin out of control.
Unbridled imagination carry
expectations to high heights
to push them off the edge.
Inside history’s scribble
lessons unravel.
Pointless not to see
when you’re told
“The morgues are full”
you must distance
from the self
you thought you’d be.
This poem can be found in New York Stories along with the painting Not All Flowers are the Same.