Bits and Pieces

Bits and Pieces

all the bits and pieces of this and of that

vanish in the precise moment we make a

virtuous home among perfect strangers

shared simply in a long letter or a soft cry

all things dismal tend to dazzle just a little

I tell this to the moon and a spray of stars

as I know who will to greet me at the door

smiling when I have no gift for speaking

I am not terribly old but no longer young

less naïve more tough bright and skillful

all the bits and pieces of then and now

a busy intersection of strong pretty things

subtracted by privately owned pleasantries

heed to the sweetest custom of kindness  

everything murky made magic with an easy

exchange of warm hand over obliged heart

enhances the romance of my departure

a short trip outward to come back inside

to share the wealth of wisdom with eagers

all the bits and pieces of this and that

disappear in late afternoon’s unnamable light

when one has lived a long time alone

to arrive for someone never there before

for brief moments to turn into endless hours

all the bits and pieces of this and that

become anything other than what they once were

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This one is for those of us who spend their time alone among the lovers. It's meant to be a hopeful poem, to express the yen for companionship, the longing to walk shoulder to shoulder with another human through the wilds of the world. 

You, lonely-heart. You're next. I just know so. The poets told me.

In propinquity,

Nic