by Emilio Iasiello
I know what you think even though
your brown eyes screen your anguish,
the uncertainty of thought
inscribed in your smile as you sit
for the flashes, firing one after
another like heat lightening.
The human condition is to worry
over the choices we've made,
to perpetually exist outside ourselves,
and think what would be
if we weren't here at this instant,
wondering if our happiness
and the path not taken are in fact,
inextricable. And it's at this confusion
that we must recognize that hope rests
in what we have and not what we have
given up, that we are reborn
in moments of weakness when we apply
ourselves to the possibilities of existence,
and draw from our own necessity
and triumph to become something greater,
so we might meet the future as it comes
into view, the light of our fate
woven around us -- we wouldn't falter,
we would know everything.
I know what you think even though
your brown eyes screen your anguish,
the uncertainty of thought
inscribed in your smile as you sit
for the flashes, firing one after
another like heat lightening.
The human condition is to worry
over the choices we've made,
to perpetually exist outside ourselves,
and think what would be
if we weren't here at this instant,
wondering if our happiness
and the path not taken are in fact,
inextricable. And it's at this confusion
that we must recognize that hope rests
in what we have and not what we have
given up, that we are reborn
in moments of weakness when we apply
ourselves to the possibilities of existence,
and draw from our own necessity
and triumph to become something greater,
so we might meet the future as it comes
into view, the light of our fate
woven around us -- we wouldn't falter,
we would know everything.