A poem for my wife and daughters while we leisurely waited Saturday night
Is the heart the seat of emotion?
But we decide some action on gut-feeling.
And emotional resonance lacks predictive presence
but I have always lacked in me that of which I seem to own.
The heart being that which drives the body,
but gut-feelings affect the intensity of these driven parts.
I am in fact possessive, though not aware of it.
I can never stand to be corrected of my affection for her to whom I belong.
My thoughts of her and them are constant, omnipresent in sensation,
I belong to my wife and daughters.
Neither can I dismiss myself from her critiquing me, unless I fight myself connected in all three.
But it would rend me and all my memory to detach my own identity from her stern serenity.
I railed myself in private for my self-contempt,
But it is against her that I have hindered me.
Because separation from her creates in me the ugliness that I will not see.
Not for long, because I cannot long be underwhelmed due to that!
I am objectively free, though no less possessive of you in me.
So these set me free: you and them inside of me,
Cutting, splicing, sensing inner parts within all myself spiritually.
Whether heart or gut-instinct is the seat of all my faculties,
My sympathetic paramaters all rely completely on you in them with me.
I find that you are always there, and daily all that’s left of me,
And I am always, completely un-possessive of me.
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