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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required (“Mrs. It Dances Through It”, 2014, original pen & ink) My mind is in a tangle My life an unraveled ball of threads Stretching off in every direction Each one a choice Each one a decision And I in the middle am at a loss To make heads or tails of it all. It is dark, I am alone Confused as to even why and how It has come to this, always come to this. From an early age I have known My life is blessed, simply because it is alive. And I have consistently mistaken this As something personal, Something about me and mine, While it is in fact the other way around. It is all the others I have known who bless me. Each has come into my life touching it tangentially Like a game of tag, reminding me I am it Without ever really knowing what it is. Now an old man, Mostly I’m left with memories, All those moments, all those contacts, And wonder if I gave anything useful in return, Or if everyone was better off without me. I know that can’t be true Because Life is always a two way street And everyone has their own tangle to mend. Maybe my gift to them was simply To show how tangled it all is. Everything seems to slip away While it also hangs in the balance, A frozen cascade or exploded view Which I hold and view in still-life Discerning its beauty, while avoiding its pain. And as friends come and go, each of us Bound on our own paths We touch, exchanging something, A glance, a word, a kiss, A baton perhaps in a relay without end. In this we are not alone. In this we are always only alone. My mind is in a tangle, and I am at a crossroads Again, uncertain if that light on the horizon Is from the dusk or the dawn. I’m sure I will make a decision At least with an appearance of choice, As everyone I have ever touched Shares in the weight, for better or worse Until death do we part, again. (5/13/26)
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