Entelecheia (a poem)

What did Aristotle say about this? Where 

are the truths I have always believed

to be real? You know the lands

and oceans very well; I dream that one day

I will find land and finally stand on solid

ground. Tell me that I am lost at sail, and I'll tell you

that if only I knew how to signal the S.O.S.

and if only you knew how to read my signs,

I would never have to silence the things

that blaze from the best of my heart; it harbors

Entelecheia: your words will speak to me

of the things I do not know and will never tell

myself about love. You will resonate the truths

I have always believed

to be real so that even brilliant Aristotle

would wake from his grave and agree:

I need to find land--I'm signaling the S.O.S.

You need to read the signs.

Behind the Easel

To the self that still hides behind her theories.

I went behind the easel and hid there

Where you were; the landscape was too

Impossible—my manuals, though,

Had everything

There was to know. Painting 101 taught me

To draw inspiration from life; Life

Had used to teach me how to paint.

How to Paint

Is nice to read. I finished the book

Behind the easel and thought you’d

Like it for sure. Read it. The book

Has everything there is to know

About the other side. A landscape

Would have been painted there

By Courage, by neither you nor I.

Leave him to do it; these manuals

Are far more interesting. Ignore

The landscape outstretched before us.

Behind the easel is a pretty blank

Canvas we could paint together.

Tomorrow: an Apostrophe

I'll call on Tomorrow to decide for me.
Two things to choose from;
One choice
To be happy about
Or to regret.
Ugh.
Or both.
My enemy and
My goal
Are at some kind of a war.
I don't wanna be the fighter,
Tomorrow.