An electric wave
Of inescapable laughter
And unwavering nostalgia---
Something like love, but all-encompassing---
For all the people I've ever met,
Who have ever hurt me, and who I hurt,
Becomes the only visceral truth
That shines in front of me like
A sunset, in endless empty fields.
This is the cumulative impact
Of meeting a personified tsunami.
A woman I have never seen
And barely heard,
But who has made me feel more alive
Than so many of the cacophanous,
Immeasurable, conflagrative, relentless
Chaotic blends of memories
Drowned by self abuse and the
Scrambling power of years,
So untrustworthy, like a picture you stare at
Through tears.
Impressionism and abstract mania
Have assembled the puzzle of experience
That is who I am.
And yet, when the projector clicks on
And we all sit in seats separated by
Miles and wifi signals, there is an
Immediate connection,
A pull of sorrow and whimsy.
It feels silly to put your influence
Into words, when all that really comes
Is imagery.
Grass tall enough to lie in
Like a lion, and disappear
Endless blue skies and the warmth
Of a sun that loves you
And wants to keep you alive.
A person with such ferocity of presence
That an explosion can hardly compare,
But with compassion and embracing
Flurries of acceptance.
Words flow from you like petals
In a spring wind
And the world seems more colorful
When you speak.
With all the sincerity I can muster,
I can honestly say with all the love,
That no one appreciates life the way you do.
And you deserve everything.
I'm really glad I met you.
