One of a Kind

Surrounded by those who always
Assure him of his uniqueness
He drifts in his small world
Bereft of care or concern

But when similar bright specks
Of various microcosms converge
His dismay is so apparent
His uniqueness so familiar

That he cowers and returns
A solitary lotus flower
Always beautiful and mighty
Afloat its muddy waters


With much diligence and care
Hitherto reserved and unspent
He perused through my work
And then questioned with aplomb

“Isn’t your fixation with us
An affront to nature?”

In the vastness of where we lay
I searched among the arched trees
The cold air and the shallow puddles
For any sign of concurrence

But their indifference belittled
The frown on his face
And revealed the true nature
Of the affront

The Hunter Gracchus

More hesitant than lost
And entirely aware
Only his fear of battling the present
Makes him unsure of who to displease

“Don’t you envy The Hunter Gracchus?
His misfortune is certain
His ship strays forever
His undoing not his ow..”

Revealing all, his words falter
And a feeble smile
Reassures me of their invalidity
And of what’s to come


If I ask him today

Calm is best found near the ocean
Armstrong’s gritty scat is all one needs
And Ishiguro’s skill is unmatched

But yesterday he was afraid of water
An avowed resident of the dark side of the moon
And none could surpass The Lost Generation

With love for each present
And scorn for each past
In this quest for intransient definitions
He remains wonderfully unsure