Reflections of a Man's Heart

There is that cafe

- a couple of inmigrants run it.

They always get my command wrong.

And, do you know?

 

They look poor.

I always look at the woman's womb,

- she is pregnant

before I accept whatever they happen to bring me.

 

It is only then that I awake

to the simplest truth:

the only sin is detachment,

all others stemming from it.

 

And how the heart falters.

How do I wonder

why we always fail

in so many ways.

 

Nor do we know

what is needed to be necessary.

All the same

we turn the light off at night.

 

And how it all

falls upon my heart.

What I want of that moment

is simple.

 

In this world,

the only sin is detachment.

And how the heart falters,

missing you.

 

- Pet