MOMENTS
Sometimes
standing in bank lines
watching people
not watching me,
I feel a sudden surge
of love and a need
to rest my head
on the shoulders in front of me.
Yesterday
that happened.
An Asian god waited serenely within my touch,
his slight shoulders draped
in blue specked woll caused my heart to gasp
and I loved him
for the moment.
Moments
are all we finally have
to look forward to,
to make memories from.
So some moment,
on a bus, in bank lines, on crowded streets,
if a wistful sigh floats over your shoulder
turn and love me back.
I
AM FEELING MUCH BETTER TODAY
I
am feeling much better today
though if it was a book read
or a sound sleep
that turned the tide I do not know.
Yesterday--and
its yesterdays--were,
how can I put this?
like water clogged nylon netting
heavy and sad and soggy
I was wrapped in it, air sealed,
like leftover strawberries.
He
was never there
except in images wavering in oily coffee
but
of course he was there
else why this ache?
Is it him--his essence--I miss?
Or is it just the being alone now I run from?
It's all right to break up if
there's someone else to take his place.
A
woman--this woman--understands that
but damned if I can do it.
Still.
I am feeling much better today.
NOT
YET
What
was that all about?
Such a sneaky look on your face this morning.
We bumped into each other by accident
and you looked as if I'd caught you in the middle
of a very guilty thought.
Well,
mister,
I have some guilty thoughts, too,
and right now they're about to do me in.
Today is crazy day,
a holdover from last night when
even refuge in dreams was denied
because all my dreams were about you.
This
persistent ache in my breast
is rising like a mushroom cloud
and you know what that means.
Only
not yet.
Please, not yet.
WHERE
ARE YOU?
Where
are you
right this minute?
What are you doing?
Breathing in--breathing out?
Crying? Laughing? Loving?
Loving who?
Maybe just living.
I hope it's more than that.
I
miss you, but then
I miss anyone
who has been good to me,
given love when it was needed,
comfort when I cried out.
But you
I miss most of all.
OOH,
DOCTOR, DOCTOR
Could
it be
my cripple psyche
has stumbled on a crutch?
Hit
and miss groping
stills and I listen
with cocked ears.
There!
Again!
warm breathing
like notes on a staggered scale
trip over my bones.
I
like it.
Oh, yes,
I like it.
Mmmmmmm,
thank you for the Band-Aid.
HALF-LOVER
I
heard every word you said.
But it was what you did
I was listening to.
