Some words feel strange,
the way they throw rocks inside my brain.
Fog up windows so I cannot see;
Spread confusion about what is meant,
Add dimensions to thought,
Crack cement walls built for sanity’s sake,
Leave me to meander in unusual directions.
Take a word like nevertheless —
An interesting attraction —
For if never means never
As in well — never,
What’s the-less for?
It seems to lead to a half open backdoor.
Never is:
‘Never will I see you again’
Death to the one you’ve been hanging with,
The message perfectly clear.
‘Never will I forgive’ feels definitely forever,
And ‘never will I forget’ and ‘never will I let you go’
Change directions when you tack on the-less.
Nevertheless adds possibilities and something more.
Nevertheless returns to the beginning,
Makes me think of alternate directions to travel,
When lost, might I be found,
And consider places I stayed too long
Or way too short,
Wonder too, if I’ve ever really known,
Or even asked,
what it is to be honestly invited?
Nevertheless is more than nevermore.
There the never feels like never,
But add the-less and my heart thinks more,
As if I get a second chance.
A turn to belief and a reprieve of my long sentence.
THH
7/28/24
Thoughts Have Hands 