Vishnu-Lila

He imagines her
Radiant
Yet she
Annoys him
In her quietness
Lotus position
Meditating
Seeking attainment
And yet she
Is so awful
In her serenity
A silent power
Lorded over him
In all her little
"random"
acts of
kindness
as if it were really so
not just an act
the selfless motivation
of better than you
and "I told you so"
in never so many words
just the nod
the "hmm"
the "I see"
as her eyes see above his head
and she returns
to that place beyond him
where he cannot reach
that self-restraint
Which makes him weak
And silently screaming
Past her measured steps
And downward dog
Her
Butterfly philosophy
Which only makes him want to
Crush her
To pick apart each
Sentence
To stick her through
With figurative
Pins
Deflate her with
A voodoo
He does not possess
The way she can
Unpin him
At the joints
Of every
Limb
Conception
Argument
Emotion
Until
He is jelly
With
Just a look
A glance
Of unequivocal
Acceptance
So that he can merely
Quiver
And he
Sees her
Radiant
With light
"Vishnu-Lila"
he says
"Pardon?"
she replies
"sorry, bit my tongue"
he answers
"Oh," she brushes the hair
out of her face
and finishes her
peanut butter toast.

Ily, 2004