Encounter

Encounter

I caught sight of you

eating a burrito on a streetcar

                Bloor/Danforth

a view from the cheap seats.

I listened for something familiar

recalled you sinking into your

old love-seat seeking comfort.

An exposed world I lingered in

too long: it crackled to life

your strict routines short fuse

& when you hauled anchor.

I caught sight of you

stood in plain sight unnoticed

sagging in circling sunlight

until I was sorry I ever met you.

Bereft tangled & brazen, to

unburden myself of your poetry

I take my stop, buy a new sweater

an armload of old 45s & lumber home.

Your testy smile: the hardest habit to

                break.

I sent my silly cries into the pines

                where love never slips through.

Where you are a lie.

**

Tonight I wrote next to an open window, sunny and breezy accompanied by a generous playlist. I am tired, one of my ears is still aching a little but I really just felt the need to hide away in my writing room, door closed, with all my friends (rock wall) and just tinker. Good for what ails you on a Monday, yes?

I’m pecking at one more. It was strange, I was flippy floppy between two pieces and it was starting to make me dizzy. I had to discipline myself to work on one at a time. Now that the sun is setting, I will hunker down and continue with #2, a little something for my Mama.

In propinquity,

Nic