Present With Memories

A day of sudden changes.Clouds cross the sky like whales swimming North in rows. The sun was bright,dazzled my eyes with gold and silver. Wind cut across my face like a slap from an angry father.. Those who love can also seem to hate us too.. The lure of that small childish body tempts them to divert their anger towards it. When the ones who hurt you are also the ones you love, it’s hard to know which direction to run in; but it usually turns into a circle. Retreating turns into a new arrival. Straight lines might be better. though On a spherical earth difficult to find. Even parallel lines meet In their Riemannian geometry. So we can never get away Sometimes the best we manage Is to increase the circle’s radius. Though how is hard to know. Do you love me or hate me? Do you want me to stay or go? What do I want?Do I have a me? The memory of warmth draws me back Like a cold lonely beast leaving the jungle To lie down with a what appears to be a lamb, Surprising the farmer up early to milk his animals Finding a strange new one Looking with tender,puzzled eyes into His Human Face.