Some Love: Poetry

Indifference rests quietly alone in the universe while love, hate, and hurt rage tightly together elsewhere across safely defined demarcations. Some Love secretly yearns for rest but plunges deeply into the scramble of human emotions:
One Day a hurt hits
with a fact and a sorrow.
It makes me want to
write. It makes me want
to go away, to cry
in the arms of a lover,
past words said and actions
you cant take back not even in
a next life—on that day you
choose the one who comes to you.
From his childhood in Sicily as a Catholic altar boy through his latter days as a Mormon “saint,” Caldiero recalls in verse his emerging passion for performance and for the sensual liturgical marriage of physical space—the church or temple proper—with bodily space. This ritualized confluence of architectural structure, human bodies, images, movements, smells, and sounds affects him as much today as it did in the past. It is this memory of the religious ritual that keeps him striving for a poetic creation and richness that achieves a depth of symbolic meaning.