the wager

this was an interestingly titled post from july

tonight i had a terrible swim although it was as fast as i could make it and 1800 yards with 1000 im.

I was tired when I got to the pool and unlike most swims i was moretired afterwards.

I have been working on a  facinating, old problem of trigonometry with a slight twist but Ithink I have all the moving parts although perhaps not.

There is so much to say, the eternity that exists without love

the value of one night of love compared to a million nights without it

But there was more going on than eternity and love in July of 2013, a fevered mind burned darkly.

This poem was called the wager and perhaps when it was written it was a birthday presant or perhaps a present, but I can no longer remember.

july 2, 2013

An unwilling silence and loneliness
We write to an unseen audience
hoping that one person is out there
someone to read and to understand
but you cannot know who is listening
you cannot know if they understand
that longing is a two way street
that friendship promised is a risk
that love promised is a greater risk
that risking friendship for love
is perhaps the greatest risk
whether it is known when the die is cast
or only after the wager is won or lost