Common Sense

The morning was blessed

Tucked into the tiny elbow 

Of the world

My friends Oscar and Jacqui had

A home

 

It had mystery in the basement 

There was love in the courtyard

Shouted up the banisters

And seeping inside the cedar shingles

 

Love

 

In the most common sense way

In the 9-5 way

Love

 

Oscar doesn't know what

His life asks of him

Jacqui from the safe coop

Of knowing

Helps as she can

 

Oscar has a problem

And the current state of things

Will kill rosy dreams

Yet Unfolded

Delicate

 

The question hangs around him like a fog

The ions of the question 

Drawing his vision

Past his hand

Full of his lover

And his lap

Good with cat warmth

 

He looks for what must be

to allow tender 

Dreams to grow knotty

And strong in the ground

 

The porch is lousy with golden 

Light and he is happy as hell

And the question

Draws him out

The happiness and the quest rapt

In conflict

And good friends laughter to 

Quell their sting

 

The place was full of good love

Easy love

Common sense love

And that was the truth that 

Was asking something of 

Him

Asking him to find earth for it's roots

And hearth for the children

Love comes in many forms

And they make sense

Though never 

Through a telescope