He’s Such a Contradiction

He’s such a contradiction,

and confuses my heart
He walks where he will
keeps a calendar apart


I devour stacks of words,

he reads books of numbers.
And so we seldom share
our thoughtsβ€”β€”just close, and pull up, covers.


It seems I’m always leading

he trails me when we leave.
So far ahead, I turn,
and see my stress is unperceived.


Yet during times of crisis,

pain that others cause me
captures his attention
and lights a flame of loyalty.


And therein lies the quandary

the baffling mystery:
how could one so loyal
have lived his life so separately?


In searching for the answer

I find him at a pond
bending down and staring
at white jonquils


all around.