The Abstract Certainty
She dealt in
figures corporal
Like they
were there
Like they could
be seen
Like there
was no hiding
Like you
might paint a body
Like a body
That looks
just like
A beautiful
Certainty
That you
didn’t have to
Run from or
divide a country
Into two
parts for -
As though
it was whole
And armoured
Brave
And human.
And the
other dealt in head trips
In dreams
made of shapes
In puzzles
pieces
That didn’t
have to match
In the
sparks of
Oddity and
zany
Invention.
Like the
art for
Detectives
Searching
In the
mystery
Of deviations.
She spoke
in blacks and whites
Holding fast
to convictions
Speaking
plain
With a
blunt knifed tongue
Making sure
not to crack
Making sure
not to give away
too much of
a burden
too much of
the pain
And the
other spoke
In whispers
and
Wondering
Through longings
and
The wistful
wind
And the
deep ocean
Making sure
of the heart
But knowing
sure
Was open
for
New adventures.
But she was
the other
On the
inside after all
She was
broken fragments
She was
many swirling
Bright dreams
in
A padded
case
Put out of
the way
She was memories
She was
sadness and joy
She was
there with a box
Shut up for
fear it might
Leak the
great flood
Of a lost
love
With a soft
trigger
To breaking
the surface skin
like a lady
in a painting
You might
paint just like a lady
Where all
those pieces
Released might
break
All the
knowing
Into too
much unknowing
And too
much sorrow.
But she was
both after all.
Like we all
are.
