Mythos & Marginalia

2015 – 2025: a decade of days


a daily breath

  • differently

    We have faith.

    We have doubts,
    commensurate 
    with
    unknown fears and
    undetermined factors.

    That which you feel
    I see as well,
    differently.

    We pretend
    we belong.

    In many ways
    we share the same grief.

    We are afraid of 
    all the wrong things.
    We doubt
    our faith.

    Everything is temporary,
    even our fears.

  • Lives forged by experience, altered
    by those who encounter
    the same things at the same time.
    Friendships mark our years, hold us
    accountable to our humanity.
    We discover most friends
    mainly by accident. Circumstance
    or circumspect, intimacy implied by
    mere presence, accepted as we walk,
    as we talk, as we see
    the same things at the same time.
    We come to trust,
    offer what little we know, barter
    our wisdom with that which may be
    only an illusion of understanding.
    An exchange in kind, shared
    timidly at first. We are vulnerable,
    to the same things, at the same time.
    Kindred, courageous souls;
    they too must confide, you try
    to be worthy. With neither pride,
    nor modesty, we place value on that
    which lies before us.
    Lives shift, locations change, yet
    displaced by age, distance, or devotion,
    a certain mercy keeps close
    those whom exchange,
    without further thought,
    the same things at the same time.
    We rediscover, even much later,
    how friendship marks our time.

  • knowing

    I thought of you. 
    Often I do. Nothing specific,
    not always. No particular time
    or place. No clear dimensions. 
    Sometimes. Wide awake. 
    Even with night on my eyelids. 
    When you are not there,
    I can still think. 
    I am moved 
    by gravity or grace. 
    It could be a mood, perhaps 
    a song, the scent 
    of remembrance.
    I know it as I know you.
    Daydreaming or otherwise.

  • morning coffee

    Coordinates unclear,
    the first wonder of a new day.
    Open your eyes,
    light diffused, a little confused,
    gradually you wake. Go slow.
    Morning coffee:
    is there a better type
    to wash away remnants
    of the darkness that exists?
    A cloudy day any way,
    No need to rush.
    You sit and settle
    into this reality, every cell
    of your being readjusting.
    Recalibrate your emotions.
    Don’t rush it.
    No need today.
    Yesterday no longer matters.