"Art is not what you see, but what you make others see." Edgar Degas

Saturday, May 12, 2018

Hard Lessons

Hard lessons fall with the vicious joy of an innocent child
Like raindrops the size of my head
Falling through a forest of razors

Hard lessons fall from staggering heights
Through the cold empty air
Onto unprotected hearts

Hard lessons come in the middle of the night
In the middle of a meal
In the middle of a conversation
In the middle ages

Hard lessons wait in the rising weeds
to grab, to trip, to pull me down
        to their level

Hard lessons, from a distance, look like easy ones
        like practical jokes
        expecting laughter
        confused by tears

I breathe in hard lessons like ice to my lungs
And breathe out unwanted wisdom