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

Do you remember,

back then?

The second day you stayed at home

we spent all morning tidying up - together

 

We might be a bit crazy

- or not

Whatever, it was an old trick -

good old trick.

 

Because most things end up

exactly the way they begin.

Even love,

even this love

 

For love is, all too often,

as simple as taking care of broken windows.

For love is, all too often,

just work.

 

- Pet

 

Human action is judgment

- or so I am told.

 

All the same is this longing fueled

by the scent of jasmin at dusk.

 

Getting to know this waiting as love, 

this love as salt.

 

- Pet

Listening . . .
Oh, it is so difficult
to suspend judgement

Believe me,
If somebody teaches me
I promise to learn!

To a rational man- as I am

it is difficult to understand that

fear is the distance - a fence - the crack

that no man's land,

Between writing a poem

and combing your black as night hair.

 

Autumn rain falls

all the same.

 

- Pet