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
