The Now That Cuts Time Like a Blade

This is where I was when I wasn’t
Drifting somewhere between routines
Moments of fun dotted along the numb
Two people with the appointed moniker of parents
Stationary yet drifting somewhere between responsibilities
Safe, noisy, and delightfully fine

Turn the page to the moral holiday 
Of rolling some pure hazard
Compelled by the desperate desire
For attention from something new
Certainty placed down like a glass of water
Every sense sensing, every move moving

Thrust by the impulse energy of the somatic new
Saved from the abstraction of ourselves
Real addiction isn’t the dopamine hits
We bring ourselves to rediscovery
Like a mirror reflecting primal want
Born again, we learn someone new

We love not in search of answers
But better questions while for love lost
What gives value is the disruption
Every sense sensing, every move moving
Certainty crashed like a broken glass of water
Thrust into desperate search for any answers

Minds turned to the unfamiliar, noble and awake
Everything heightened, undimmed by the familiar
Ready or not to be transformed
The now that cuts like a blade