Traps

So in the moment
There in happiness
The wondrous happiness
There so certain in the moment
The certainty that makes me cry

We talked of peak experiences
Of deep explored emotions
Trips of uncertainty
With a sense of surety
Only in the kindness we would find

There may not be the words
Indeed there may be no need for words
Silence, paused in confidence
Held right there
In the hold on happiness

The traps are past memories
Cast dearly with diligence

Today they are insignificant
Imminent danger is so clearly
Fear spent; sent so far away

We stay instead
With words softly read
Across the double bed
Inlaid in lead
With transference
& culpable conversation





A Poem from the collection In such a shabby, crabby way Available for Kindle from Amazon