Representative Poetry Online

Random Poem of the Day

1What if we got outside ourselves and there
2really was an outside out there, not just
3our insides turned inside out? What if there
4really were a you beyond me, not just
5the waves off my own fire, like those waves off
6the backyard grill you can see the next yard through,
7though not well -- just enough to know that off
8to the right belongs to someone else, not you.
9What if, when we said I love you, there were
10a you to love as there is a yard beyond
11to walk past the grill and get to? To endure
12the endless walk through the self, knowing through a bond
13that has no basis (for ourselves are all we know)
14is altruism: not giving, but coming to know
15someone is there through the wavy vision
16of the self's heat, love become a decision.