Someone I encountered:
tall, austere and somewhat gaunt,
stern and awkward, with a side of anger;
thin-souled, though woven from the threads
of everyday humanity
Words were disconnected.
They had been finely drawn –
perhaps by longing’s subtleties,
perhaps by isolation’s anguish –
but certainly by fitting in (best efforts made)
while never in conformity
A lifetime. Of all that.
He was puzzled by another:
by someone else’s self-imposed constraints
that cut across her own interests (unvoiced),
while all she saw of him – outlined –
was jagged spars and black rigging, tangled
Without apparent reason.
Maintain the Advance! 