They defy our grasp,
stretching the boundaries so thin between what they are and what they aren’t
- able and incompetent, brilliant and bewildered, needy and transcendent-
that they create absence
rather than essence.
They suck the air out of the room.
They impress and disappoint, comfort and excoriate,
with only a gesture
or a word,
often in the same moment.
We adore them, we hate them, we imbue them with our own sense of self –
interpreting their otherness through the lens
of our own vulnerability.
They can be their own undoing.
Who are they?
We know them when we see them.
They’re under our skin.
-Consistently inconsistent, unfathomably difficult, teetering between brilliance and defiance, differently motivated.
Flayed with sensitivity.
They can be defiant, depressed, disorganized, determined.
Breath-takingly kind, deftly aware.
Whatever they are,
it’s never what we expect at the moment.
In the space between,
in the space of a sigh,