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.