a glance
a word
a gesture
a little sigh
a formula
the neighbor’s greetings
the train schedule
a note on your door
quite clear to understand
not long ago
now seem to foster
strange significances
the code for
unequivocal interpretation
no longer works
ambiguity hovers in mid-air
you hesitate and ponder
before you speak
begin to choose words carefully
hoping
against your knowing
that this would make them clearer
yet feeling that it does not really matter
that whatever you say
may be received quite differently
from what it is meant to convey
likewise
what you hear and see
appears to lack precision
possible meanings
proliferating connotations
of irony, deceit, hidden aggression
threaten to shroud familiar sense
make you question old axioms
in fearful apprehension of unperceived realities
signs of a loss of self?
your brain dissolving?
senility approaching before its time?
or just too much of that foie gras and cabernet
the night before?
will it be gone tomorrow
with bright sunshine and blue skies
or darken your remaining days
under leaden clouds of doubts and insecurity?
Or is all this just a reminder
that you should take
nothing
for granted and that
the only constant in life
is
change?
* * *
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 5:07 PM UTC
a glance
a word
a gesture
a little sigh
a formula
the neighbor’s greetings
the train schedule
a note on your door
quite clear to understand
not long ago
now seem to foster
strange significances
the code for
unequivocal interpretation
no longer works
ambiguity hovers in mid-air
you hesitate and ponder
before you speak
begin to choose words carefully
hoping
against your knowing
that this would make them clearer
yet feeling that it does not really matter
that whatever you say
may be received quite differently
from what it is meant to convey
likewise
what you hear and see
appears to lack precision
possible meanings
proliferating connotations
of irony, deceit, hidden aggression
threaten to shroud familiar sense
make you question old axioms
in fearful apprehension of unperceived realities
signs of a loss of self?
your brain dissolving?
senility approaching before its time?
or just too much of that foie gras and cabernet
the night before?
will it be gone tomorrow
with bright sunshine and blue skies
or darken your remaining days
under leaden clouds of doubts and insecurity?
Or is all this just a reminder
that you should take
nothing
for granted and that
the only constant in life
is
change?
* * *
