A Human Condition

I am parent
who loves my children to my core,
yet I hate my vulnerability
to their indifferent and defiant moments,
to their inevitable departure from childhood.

A Human Condition

Bob Komives

I am architect
who knows and loves my work,
yet I resent that it squanders my gifts
among unloving, unknowing strangers,
and that it will suffer too little when I leave.
I am lover
who loves my lover,
yet I fear my craving for the embrace
that both holds me in love
and keeps me at risk.
I am friend
who does love my friends,
though I confess to being jealous of them.
For while I know the depth of my own devotion,
from time to time I must re-measure theirs.
And you,
when you insisted that you felt my power
did you hear me say I am afraid?
When you came to me at my invitation
did you find me more powerful for having you
or notice me more vulnerable for needing you?
Or, did we together
stumble upon a human condition?
..........To love is to be too vulnerable;
..........to be loved, too powerful;
..........and anyway else,
..........either foolish or regretful. 

 

 

 

 

Bob Komives :: Fort Collins © 2000 :: A Human Condition :: 0001