Twilight Theory

 

I live forever in the twilight,
in the peace of late nights
with the water and the crickets.

I take that feeling with me,
on busy street stops, on buses,
into bookstores.

I hear often the others, loud,
barking like dogs, the harsh reality.

I hear neighbors screaming from windows
having novel conversations.

I hear the couple drama
tossing plate words into the air,
shattering in emotions.

I hear the egomatics, in their cars,
turning corners smearing asphalt
howling with their music and engine.

I have to listen to the groaning,
the whimpering of pain, the needy.

This is why I love the mornings,
except for roosters, the animals
sleep in barn stables.

When they wake up, please excuse me,
but they trample over all things.

There's no easy way to say this--
that they bother me completely.
                -V I L L A N U E V A
06.27.22

Knowledge is for the kind

 

Truly we live apart from greatness
in a world in darkness
observing the light dimming
between the fabric of the windows.

We choose, to hate, to scoff at good things.
We depart, leaving common senses.

No more than primates like our theories
we remain observing the bookshelves,
the dust.

The noble furniture is torn,
the silver plates, stolen.

So too do we consider life--
a survival of our greed, the ego.

If you must take, remember,
someone else might have needed too.

Alas, the words of poetry remain
in the air above an unplayed piano.

All the good things in life, in wisdom,
are like mountains in lonely valleys.

A gardener is here and gone--
the roses sleep beneath the dirt,
the seeds awaiting love.
                -V I L L A N U E V A
06.27.22