We believe we are,
a contemporary to what once seemed
yet we cannot seem to get past
Do you, we, can everyone
feel it in the moment,
when we least desire to be noticed,
that fear returns,
always knocking on our door.
This thing about love,
when least expected,
human beings crossed paths,
in the eyes of hate we fail
no longer knowing how to feel.
Pull back and reject that moment,
find a newer horizon,
funny thing though,
there might appear on your doorstep.
A quiet tear will always remain when unrequited
certain love becomes contained in societal fare.
© Thom Amundsen 5/2020
inspired by Joy Williams – Front Porch – 2019