NPM: Love Under a Microscope

Subject displays increased heartrate
Heightened temperature
A slight tremor in the fingers

Subject evinces possible nausea
Or light-headedness
Or is it inertia?

Subject observed pacing
Repeatedly running hands through hair
Frequently glancing at mobile device

Subject appears to be constantly
On the verge of laughter or tears
Both simultaneously?

Status: Unstable
Treatment: Indeterminate
Diagnosis: Inconclusive

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Mostly Water

We’re mostly water,

You and I.

And I wonder if,

Like the tides,

We are pushed and pulled,

Bullied by the moon.

I wonder if its gravity

Draws and repels us,

Causing us to act

Or hesitate.

Are we as relentless and determined

As the ocean waves?

Throwing ourselves again and again

At our boundaries

Till they wear down to sand.

Or are we as fickle and fleeting

As a summer rain?

One moment, gentle and light.

The next, tempestuous and raging,

Then just as suddenly, gone.

We’re mostly water,

You and I.

I know because

There is no end

To the tears we cry.

NPWM Day 30: Coffee with Sadness

I finally sat down to coffee with Sadness.

Too long had I ignored him,

Screened his calls,

Looked past him on the street,

Filled up my calendar

With anything and everything.

I am a master of avoidance.

But Sadness is relentless;

He will not be put off.

So I met him in a bustling coffeeshop,

Surrounded by the murmur of conversations

And the whirring of espresso machines.

And for the first time in a long time,

I looked him in the eye,

And I didn’t look away.

I didn’t run

Or change the subject

Or pretend he was anyone other than who he was.

I made myself sit with Sadness,

Listen to the soft cadence of his voice,

And hold his gaze with unwavering eyes.

He is no easy companion,

But there is value

In facing him,

Resting in his presence,

Knowing him.

And when I finally looked at him,

When I let myself really see,

He started to look a bit like Peace.