Good Days Are Nice

I’m thinking about adding some of my poetry to my website because I’d like to start keeping track of some of the poems I’ve written.

Here’s another random poem:

For Daniel

Daniel is an isthmus, connecting that man and that woman
Those two individuals who love him but not each other
Sometimes he feels like an island.

Joan is a rebel, pulling away from the two corners
One stretches her to the right, the other to the left
She breaks free and runs up the middle.

Daniel anchors Joan, like a hundred pound weight
He grabs her leg and holds on
He’s the leash that reins her in.

Joan comforts Daniel, commiserating with him in quiet
She counters her condolences with distractions
She knows he internalizes the pain.

Daniel watches that man, drinking from the bottle
He hopes he doesn’t inherit the curse
Joan says it’s inevitable.

Michael is a conformist, adhering to the path they said he’d take
Toasting the past while Daniel looks on in silence
He’s always had the thirst.

Daniel fears Michael, mistaking their similarities for more
He wonders if that means he’ll be Michael some day
Everyone says they look alike.

Michael regrets Daniel, having him was selfish
Just one more person to lead astray
Another thing to do wrong.

Daniel connects them, Joan and Michael
Two individuals drowning on their own
Daniel keeps them afloat.

Status: Happy that I had a good day.