I thought myself an accepting person.
I do not think this anymore.
The reach that acceptance requires
cannot yet ungrip my grasps.
Now though, I have something to reach for
something far away and strange
whose arms only curiosity without agenda
might have its chance to reach.
I see that I could not see the yearning
in my hands and the burning in my words.
I see that I was not seeing as I claimed to see
the totality of difference and the frivolity
of my flagrant indifference. Indivisibility
has only begun to divide inside me
and my multicellular strifelessness
can only hope to eukaryote further
should I strike myself like a match
against every difficult word.
Roman Ryan 