what’s next?

While looking for a misplaced book I found another
start all over again like trying a new mathematical solution
unsure and delayed with many erasures
long semtences with lots of punctuations and nuances
one of the stories is buried somewhere
one departure leaves a void, pain and absence
the search is really not for a book but for a new love
a serendefity of opposite tastes that harmonize
thorns are never a deterrence in picking a rose
And you think I will not enjoy operas.


by Christina Rossetti

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann’d:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

full or lost in thought

The painted man stands like a statue
in the Fisherman’s Wharf, San Francisco
immobile for an hour or two
concentration, the center of his gravity
passersby look, for a moment, freeze their strides
a boy approaches, and pinches him
the statue winks, the boy smiles
the passersby resume their destination.

The boy sits focused in his chess game
webs of moves, branching, the center of his mind
a statue, breathing and thinking
and will not wink, shakes hands with smile.

note: I’m playing a lot of chess and reading about tesseract. I could not write a poem.