You Might Find Irony

You Might Find Irony

01-31-17 For Mothers, Sisters and Constance

When you appear to be mourning.

I notice

My never finished sadness

My uncomfortable impulse jerks

To finally fix your mourning

I move huge rocks unnecessarily

In name of your mother and your sisters

I fill infinite wall cracks

To make an unavoidable

Thing-symbol of love

Then

When I am in my senses

My feeling remains sadness

There is nothing for it

But to have it as I move about... until

My fanatical focus simply... inevitably

Moves on

Later I may notice the irony

The rocks will be a feigning garden

The filled cracks will be ephemeral

But if I distract my fantasy

Of fixing you

With risky work

And then

I manage to avoid wounding myself

In my sad little dance

You might find irony in that