The Exiles
A Love Poem
The Exiles
I look for strength in what weakens me not a clear, direct experience of reality. For example, yesterday, you were seated beside me on the train resting your head on my shoulder when I began to swipe the news. The headlines predicted death as ever. There would be no cure for living today in a hangover of ecstatic consumption. But the presence of you interested me then, as it does now, and whenever breathing impresses us on each other. Like broadsheets freshly inked, wherever we touch I am all self-overwritten by you and we’re entered into the celestial archive where perpetual day is shining before night in a shadow-play forgetting to be heaven. -
The movement from the headlines to the presence beside you stayed with me. Sometimes reality becomes clearer in the smallest moments.
A wonderful love poem