A Curious Thing

Bradley Andrews
Mar 2005


A curious thing is happening, ever since you told me Plato said that love is madness. I find myself falling madly in love with you. Like the first time, only crazy, like snow falling in June.

It's a bit unnerving, stepping off into the deep end of the pool. Just beyond where my toes can touch. I have to trust. Be a boat as the tide rises and lifts me off the sandbar. I don't know where it will take me.

Will a sudden squall come up and turn the water black with rain? Will I flee the boat in panic and try to swim for shore? I can see no land. I am adrift and alone. Reason fled at the first sign of clouds. Logic took up stations below. I pray this madness with not frighten you.

If you find me shivering on the floor outside your room at night, it is not fever. If you kiss me and I begin to weep, it is not sadness. But how can I tell you when all the comes out is grunts and cackles. 

I am mad. My howling is my song. My bellowing is my poetry. For God's sake, lock me up, and throw away the key.


Monthly Haiku

Savor this day like
a clam on the soft belly
of a sea otter.