well that was quite the epiphany

well that was quite the epiphany,

the fact that all my previous poems about women

haven’t been about them as such —

their traits, their interests, the unique superlative aspects

of their personalities, the ways

they were just right for me —

so much as they were about

the circumstances we found ourselves in,

and the philosophical seeds that could be gleaned from that field.

now that’s all turned upside-down

and I don’t need to feed deep truths

from a life of husks and shells,

because what an eternal harvest love is,

a feast that leaves no questions begging on the periphery,

just as kirsten’s helpful, selfless nature

doesn’t discern between friend, stranger, or

any of humanity’s mysteries in between.

the circumstances aren’t worth mentioning

when the person in question contains more beauty herself,

inside and out, than self-referential destiny

can contrive around us

in a futile effort to distract us from each other.