There Are No Angels (Dance In The Cracks - Part 2 of 3)

There's been this thought

tumbling around my head for a while

Perhaps a truism

It's that all good things

are the result of patience and care

That relationships

if they're to be worth a damn

ought to be no different

With this in mind

A worry entered

months ago

as I drove home

for the first time

from Cotati

I worried that the stages of infatuation
of surface

had not run their cycle

that patience and care

the bloom of sharing

and nearness

would not take

in this sand of long distance

so soon

this thing

so young

It was a worry tied to others

perhaps inevitable

perhaps circumstantial

The fact is that each of us hid ourselves

our motives

our hurts

I fragmented my anxieties

and loneliness

made them look mature

balanced

more then they really are

You suspended the rawness

of your past

and both of us

shaking

felt for the other

for warmth

for release

It happens that

We get what we sow

Yet even though I've never known

the raw de-centering

of heartache

until now

I'm still glad that things were put on pause

that it was felt necessary

to step back

halt the momentum

I'm glad because I was thinking similarly:

a step back was necessary

if our gentle thing

was to be worth a damn

if it was to get past the stages of infatuation

and enter into the depths of patience and care

if we were to even seriously talk

about what we wanted
if we were to look each other in the eye

To do this requires that we reveal those cracks

in the street

which we have fallen

to see the deep darks

It requires that we see one another

and ourselves

no longer as drugs

taken to forget our bodies

but as dying pining creatures

trying to create and maneuver

trying to face up

and sometimes flee

those hurts

that have crystallized into scar

that back us into corners

cut off the oxygen

prevent deep breaths

deep movement

that strand us in space

When we paused

and then when you stepped back

in your small orange notebook

allowing me to see you

from where you came

to what path you now peruse -

and how far I had gotten attached -

I was forced to sit with both revelations

and suspicions

things I saw off in the periphery

One suspicion:

I tended to use you

in a hazy way

as a distraction

yet deny

was a distraction

Often I saw you as sexual attraction

as playful spontaneity

I saw you as a respite for loneliness

a loneliness I've carried around

for years

I saw you as easing my anxiety

lack of confidence

philosophic crisis

post-college malaise

I saw you through the longing and hope for communion

Yet here you were

standing in front of me

naked

cold to numb

using me

for warmth

like I was using you

Oh, the distractions we'll sow

Yes

I know you are not without blind spots

and hang-ups and faults

There are no angels

in this world

Only longing

and trial and error

But I want you

I want you even though

the will to love

precedes the appearance

on the scene

of the beloved

I want you even though

the world gives no clues

as to what we should be up to

and we stand alone with what we take seriously

I want patience and care

to enter this picture

this story

I want to look directly into your eyes

for a couple sacred minutes

and longer

to not have you turn away

I want to be sacred with you

Did you know that?