New Poem - Broken Navigation
Broken Navigation
by John O’Brien, Jr.
We are not close, you and I
Tho’ in reality, nothing could make us closer.
Different views, different ways,
different steel forged in wildly different trials:
Immigrant, stowaway, self-made, closed door
1st generation, spilt-reality, decimated, alone in a crowded hall.
Yet we each must make our own path
and have, and do,
separate, and bewildering to the other.
Finally, I have given up on your understanding, finally.
Tho’ I probably know that if I could melt the concrete
I would find that never expressed love.
I suppose you have given up,
on finding that same understanding.
Yet, yet you cannot doubt my love,
for I have expressed it to your wall
many, many times,
the silent echo of my expression
deafening,
in all that I think it says.
Life is slipping away
and I am too -
a different kind of American Wake.
Fragile tendrils, shallow roots,
navigation asunder, frayed cords snap
anchors away!