What Cannot Be Designed
An answer, when the silence looms,
we cannot determine an outcome,
though we might easily …
It is surely a known tension to become
our central focus,
when we are unable to find
any solution to the question in our mind.
I can only wish, she might hear me,
know I can listen to her need,
know it is beyond my reach,
and that is really alright with me.
‘I just can’t’
or perhaps it is as easy as,
‘need this time’
rather than be responsible for the anxiety
might be reached,
when decidedly the silence seems necessary.
Last night, I held your hand,
and in that quiet moment, just the peace,
of a silent love that shared we frustrate
our reality to such levels,
there is a depth of pain no anxiety might ever release.
So I do return to that touch,
eyes that suggest compassion,
a smile and holding your need next to my own,
and it is there I remain,