The First Summer

It’s hard.

Yes, I know,
Thank you
Sir.

Anyone else outside of ourselves
climb and wind
up smooth stone
magically

reaching another platform.

No solidity.

I was brushing into
"in love"
Again.

But aren’t we all
just a little silly.

Having our glitches, our obsessions,
our failures and our families.

I can only speak for myself,
In this time
especially.

We communicate,
but we all misinterpret.

Perhaps thats love,
an end to miscommunication.

Oh I have no idea.

I would have called it defeat
in months before,
in years;

the absence of understanding.

I’m beginning to lean,
without belief or intuition or logic,

tipping into an explanation
that has no explanation.