befri(ended)

March 19, 2018 by Michael Guerin

i have no idea what you see
from your shuttered balcony

and truth be told i’m afraid
to ask about those crowded city

streets teeming with the fevered
pitch of unfettered humanity

while i check in from this quiet
refuge (and somewhat relieved).

it’s strange how fate crossed
our divergent paths (exquisitely

so) where one part ended while
another began sewn seamlessly

together like different chapters
of a book without end or scenes

from a play which seems most days
like nothing more than a dream.

poet, dreamer, writer, speaker, intuitive empath. labels never reach the heart of any matter, but they can be a place to start...

between black & white