Poem by R.M. Dolin, June 20, 2025
Like Shadows About to Collide
I don’t know why I stand
at the edge of my forest
marveling at the metamorphose of
shadows under the confluence of
clouds crossing the sun soaked sky.
They dance like mischief on
the edge of waiting until no one’s
watching, like the something
that comes after the something
you never want to arrive.
Inside me there’s a poem,
a melody of utter malaise
that’s kept in hiding like
a lover’s last elusive kiss,
like shadows about to collide.
From the R.M. Dolin novel, “An Unsustainable Life – The Book of Darwin,” Darwin’s in crisis only he doesn’t know why. He wouldn’t say his life’s collapsing, but he has to get out of California and Becky won’t come, she can’t understand what it means to have your soul on fire with snipers at the exits. He’s burdened by a sadness he can’t define, one fueled by exhaustion and a darkening sense technology has done more than change the world, it’s brought humanity to the precipice of self inflicted disaster and he doesn’t know how to be the solution.
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