Clayton Medeiros's Shared Poems

Anxious clouds hurry across
Late afternoon blue skies
Like Alice’s white rabbit
Worried they are too late
To participate
In sweet sunset

My Fair Lady

Rhythmic dancing feet
Two pianos on the stage
Words and passions meet

Hats descend to heads
Just before the song begins
Off to the races

Time is meaningless
The street where you live awaits
So long as you’re there

Was teleology expressed in our love?
Did we have an aim in mind or did it just
Happen to me and to you for reasons
Beyond understanding, beyond analytic
Frameworks, mathematics, metaphysics,
Something akin to a leap of faith, as if
Paul had loved a beautiful woman
Rather than the beatific Son of God.
The inchoate options share common
Roots with nothing to do with this
Or that hypothesis, experiment
Mutual marriage proposals verified
On the Oregon coast, a touch stone
For us now, in any season, unwilling
To be far from the ocean for long.

Sweet Bianca preens
To any and all who watch
To bend thought and wit

Katerina speaks
Sears the ears of all around
Bianca waiting

Petruchio speaks
Katharine speaks not for his ears
Her words will have bite

The hypothesis was:
If you fall in love,
They will fall in love.
So much for science
And hypotheses.
Perhaps metaphysics assists
With fundamental questions:
Why is there something
rather than nothing? Why is
There friendship rather than love?
Heidegger offers no resolution,
No insights from predecessors,
No insights among successors.
Spiritual searches, equally
Inconclusive, barren and elusive.
Hypothetically it seems,
That love simply is.