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.

            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.

 

A Human Condition

Bob Komives

 

            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