It all went south.
The caring, the work it took
to care.
I had so much energy
and I toiled,
awoke early,
tried to accept a bad taste
here and there,
longing,
desire,
failure to satisfy
the meaningless sides
of it all.

I could not sustain
the chores,
my heart was too
open, unguarded.
When she left I knew
nothing would ever be
the same. But when I
saw your smile,
no matter how you hid
your pain,
I knew I could make it
without her,
without
direction.

I was left in a tent
by the mother who bore me
and the thieves came to
take me away.

I grew up in a circus
and loved the clowns
who made me laugh all day.

I went to trial
by a jury of twelve,
not one who took my side.

I fell in love
on a day like this
but she ran away to hide.

Whatever happens will happen
now quickly and divine.
It could have all been different
If ever you were mine.

I am the tree that falls in the woods
that no one is around to hear.
But you hear me.

Can
you
imagine
a world
without
me
adoring
you
now
that
I
do?

Some nights I sit here numb, my fingertips on the keyboard, tapping
frozen words onto a virtual piece of paper.
I am clear about many things but I am unclear, too, about other things.
It’s all too much work to figure and nothing about it is warm.
So, I sit back and imagine a moment when you are under the covers
next to me and you get onto your side and rest your head on my
shoulder.
You sigh and I feel as if all of the unknowns have been poured into
the empty spaces of misunderstanding
and I am certain that I don’t ever need to know any more
than I know when you make the approach and settle so peacefully beside me.
All we need then is to close our eyes and
see each other in our dreams.

I remember
looking into your eyes
and
I remember
the entire New York City sky
reflecting from them
and
making me fly
I remember the color
of the meadow
the breeze on your face
the kiss
that left me to long
for all other kisses to mean
as much
I remember the songs,
the birds,
the contour of your arms,
how you turned your head
and
nothing between then and now.

Today the sky was wide
and the clouds thick
like a blue painting
in 3-D
Once I drove a thousand
miles to get somewhere
that I thought I belonged
and the same sky
hovered
West of the great river
and through the dusty plains
where pioneers
died
I traveled for love
I drove on to get
somewhere
but I got nowhere
Except the sky was wide
and the clouds thick
like a blue painting
in 3-D