Distance
If the road was shorter —
Or circumnavigation took
A Day — if our feet didn’t
Blister when we walked too
Far — and light
Never faded away —
Would it be closer — closer, then?
And would I feel closer
To you?
If the road was shorter —
Or circumnavigation took
A day — would I miss
You less, or would
I miss you —
More?
19 — 1 — 13 –5
Will the door be locked again?
Or are keys actualities
Now —
Do falcons lie flightless
Under pine boughs
Or was it only
Wishful thinking,
To get so close?
Is my name really
In print? Do letters form
Words, that fathom
Falcons into
Violet somewheres?
Do I even want
Whatever this is —
Wherever you are —
Will my mailbox be chock-full
Of love-notes today? Or empty,
Like every other?
Oh, I just want a Somewhere
That’s mine, perfectly —
Mine —
I just want the numbers to click —
And the hands to hold —
And the eyes
To be mine —
And all mine.
September Shouldn’t Be This Hot
Sometimes I sit
In front of the fan
To make myself cold —
And imagine — what
You’d do to make
Me warm — if you
Were here —
Sometimes I sit
In front of the fan
To make myself cold–
And think about the Maybes
Hidden in — Us —
Have we ever been —
Us?
I think about — Us — and —
But — well, there’s the trees
To think of, now —
And the winding roads —
And all the cliffs we pass
With feigned nonchalance
When all we ever want to do
Is kiss the air —
And fall raging into seas
That tell the Truth,
But make it Bandaid-quick.
I think about these things,
As the sun beats —
And the sweat trickles —
And the heart aches —
And the drops from my nose
Land on letters
That make me
Cold.