The Post Pre-Metaphysical Blues

The mango days of pre-pubescent twilight
were set awhirl by the gods of possibility
and enchanted by the starlight seen in flight
from the corners of young star’s eyes.

And now, distance fosters a romantic nostalgia
for things set in place-
a game of chess written
above the heavens, two opposing sides
of a convoluted board in which the two peach halves
of destiny have arranged their pawns for a beautiful
dance of elegance and grace.

A melancholy satisfaction at the sum total of totality,
like a mathematician appreciating a newfound formula-
like a nurse cherishing the last breath of the patient they’ve nursed-
like a pair of newborn hands that brush its mother’s face.

A world of objective subjectivity
in the absurdity of daily life;
and metaphysical blues mixed with ecstasy,
for the joy of a realized dream.

Andrew Venegas
San Jose
SJSU
poetry