In Order to Truly Feel

Rendo, November 22, 2002—For Trish

Supposition:

In order to truly feel

Joy or Pain

One must be alone.

When we are with others,

We are acting.

We learn to blend in.

But, I am alone, now.

Unable to echo my pain,

Against my friend’s brave exterior.

What is there left to do?

So, I run naked through the woods,

And curse the trees.

I kick them with bare feet.

And tear at the lower branches

As I pass on my rampage.

The trees take my abuse,

With solid determination.

They laugh at me as I pass.

Finally Exhausted,

I sit cross-legged on a rock.

And look inward for some relief.

As I sit,

Contemplating my recent insanity,

A ray of light cuts its way through the forest canopy.

The sun works its way down,

Through each branch,

And Touches my brow.

This reminds me,

That I am not alone.