Permanent
Moonlight
I wish for it
an
enduring nighttime
like
that one we spent
at
a high-rise party in
1996
slow-dancing
across
a herringbone
parquet
floor
the act
upstaged
the
anticipated
arrival of
Comet
Hyakutake
other
roisterers took the
stairs
two at a time to
the
roof to bear witness
&
we just kept dancing
I wish for it
insist for it –
permanent
moonlight
& a decent pen
with
which to write it all
down
to preserve time
to
remember the steps we
took
together
unaware
***
I am pretty sure I’m going to drink
heavily tonight. Or, at the very least, open wine and drink a good quarter of
it straight from the bottle. I’m mulling it over as I type. Whirlwind workday. In
addition, gale force winds and accompanying rain on the commute home. An umbrella
just wasn’t cutting it.
Happy to be home with a steamy bowl of
Cream of Wheat for dinner. Something comforting and dependable after a rousing
day of unpredictability. Happy to have penned this poem on the way home to
my securities. My cat. And, my Mom who is dining quietly with me doing a
crossword from the paper I brought home for her.
Is it Friday yet?!3
PS – Dusklight. Then a poem about
permanent moonlight?! I’m sensing a theme here.
In propinquity,
Nic
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