Average

When you take the black
letters, hips jutting provocatively
from the placid white page
smooth them out, add then divide
like some emotional accountant
filing notes on a spreadsheet
an average of love
spikes from your heart
they puddle into grey

Average is where we land
it's the law
standing in pre-sized shoes
forgetting the bright sun that bathes us
like that time at the zoo watching the new baby elephant
already wrinkled and snouty
but acceptably so
grey its nature
nature its habit

And night's luxury, magnified silence, absent
light except when is light truly absent
if you can pull the sheet over your eyes
blink so hard stars appear
like some private heaven
piercing silver and gold into the muddled black
the grey that won't stay
still

trying to collect
and recollect if being lumped in together
a bumpy hash, with all the others,
is something you do
to yourself