Walking along the Schuylkill banks,
the ‘Sunday scaries’ arrived:
a thousand unarticulated, unsorted,
unintegrated feeling fragments.
Mostly transience-and-fragility-
of-life stuff. Some related conflicts:
limited means and unlimited wants,
such as for connection, and disconnection.
To know the story of each person
who passes by. And then to un-know
the stories that make me dysfunctionally
mad or sad. (Even my fantasies are flawed,
limited, human. Naturally.)
