My Solace

when every aperture is a tunnel narrowing,
a light pin diminishing when nearing,

when the desk drawer yields up unused theater tickets,
for performances concluded yesterday,

when the denouement is nothing new but worse,
revealed in the coming attractions trailer,

when the rusted unborn poem notion is almost done,
but remains unpublished,
for no beginning, no title, can be found,

Then I recall the cornucopia days,
when poems spilled forth like
there would never be a when they wouldn't,

I revisit my old friends, couplets, twins and triplets,
seeded inside every tear, happy or sad,
sweetly and freely,

my old friends, reread,
words rearranged in new combinations,
old poems, plants bearing new fruits,
re-titled all of them, one name,
a collection entitled,
My Solace.

Though the laughs, and moments brightened up many days
Though you constantly lift us high
In between the lines, in all your closest bonds,
When your there for those around,
Is the reason everyone’s so fond of all you are
The reason why we’ll support you back
Cause between the lines, we know it’s true
All of us have had worse days than others
But you were there,
And we’ll be too