Jealousy

The sun stabs through the window;
its jealously, a terrific sign for me-
the air is full of her when I awake;
the broadness of the world seems
a quaint question of accompaniment
soon solved in our meeting.

When she's indoors the sun rages
for I have her to myself
When the daylight touches her cheeks
the moon weeps because
the broadness of the world seems
a distance unconquerable
soon solved by time, but not soon enough.

And when my will is overcome
for I had her to myself too long-
when the hours have made her
so close to me so long
the broadness of the world seems
a distance unconquerable
unsolved whenever I must leave.

When impermanence manifests
I had her once to myself
and that's the only sharp knife left.

by Michael Ardizzone

Comments (1)

Excellent poem with great words!