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 The  Black Magic of Human Relations
Sometimes
I've said too much in front of strangers.
Other times
I spoke nothing or nothings to my
family and friends.
Nothings being what they wanted to hear from me.

Sometimes.

Other times,
words got stuck, trapped behind crated emotions,
balled fists and tapping toes.
Where the middle was
I, often, only guessed
or experimented. Trying on new personae
as I went...traveling,
away from the center of myself.

The difference is now,
I know the difference, know when
I've traveled.

I've become a kind of unraveling,
where the spool could be more full,
and have the endless reserves of the clever spark
of Tesla's perpetual electricity...

Ah, there is a yonder light but from where
and whom does it decree?

(Is that light truth, is that light, me?)

Human relations,
you might or might not see
I'm huddled in black magic...
Where, now you see me,

now you don't.

Was that a shadow,
perhaps, I flee?

Or, perhaps, after, many long years,
I have earned my degree...
in Human Relations and
backwater black
magic.


Copyright September 29 2012 All Rights Reserved By this Author
Melissa A Howells Meloo from her Tilt-a-World



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