Post Modern Lovers

I tell you
The world is turning
and you ask
How do you know?

You say
Science
will no longer suffice

say
Everything
we’ve ever known is now in doubt

You say
There is no way to know
anything

Your mother lies in her hospital bed
waiting
Last night she twined your name around a ragged whisper
Tonight there is only waiting

I tell you
There are stars behind the clouds tonight
and you ask
What difference does it make?

You say
Tell me the reason for all this suffering. . .

I say nothing
as I wait

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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