At the Risk of Estrangement
I envy those for whom dreams yield practicality; those whose realities participate directly in wholeness, aligning perfectly alongside medians of primal intent; those who naturally find purposiveness hanging neatly in the closest next to the Sunday Best; those who are none other than some other humanity gone wild, estranged, and askew from the dangers that ground us- few disquieted and all skirted from view; those for whom nothingness means nothing, save everything that’s missing- mysteries fulfilling without a trace, a self, or a clue. I envy that which is necessarily myself- a whole ‘nother person, namely, that which is you.
…I’ll have to fight green with green on this one…
Copyright Keli Birchfield 2012