Morning Part Two
Though the days have fallen past,
beyond count in their thousands,
though I am never quite the same man,
some things remain:
I never tire
of sleeping in,
nor of a steaming cup of black coffee,
nor of a long hot blissful shower
Fear neither time nor the cold, beloved --
your smile and your touch
remain as warm and welcome
as the sunrise
-- January 2008
Belongings
He had to be coaxed out of the car --
it was too much to hope for,
too much to believe
Can I ...
you mean ...
really???
She told him, smiling:
We are here for you, boy
Tail wagging,
four limbs a blur,
neck muscles porpoising down and back up,
he bounded joyfully off through the snow
-- February 2008
Evening
The dog trots beside me, ears high,
her eagerness
having drawn me out
Evening falls and colors deepen vividly
Heavy blue-grey clouds roil overhead,
laden with possibilities
Smells of life, large and small,
grass, dust, pollen,
swirl through my breath --
the very air moist and rich --
as pleasant thoughts of you
swirl through my mind
The body exults
as we walk
A gentle rain releases
a crowning benediction
and lesser things fade
Work
can wait
-- Summer 2008
All Aboard
Steam hisses and billows cinematically along the platform
The conductor looks down, thumbs his pocketwatch, and nods
A whistle sounds
The background music swells mightily
Lovers kiss quickly,
parting too soon, and almost too late --
a war needs to be won,
half a world away
But it is just you and me
running for a bus
down a February Manhattan sidewalk --
no one is crying on anyone's shoulder while the movie plays;
no one is reaching for more popcorn
Work needs doing,
three states away
You will be back in the spring
Things will be blooming again
and we will pick up again,
starting afresh from where we left off last time
Two dozen hurried steps
and two dozen heartbeats later,
we made it
The doors re-open for us
Now it is a kiss good-bye,
now it is you
and me
and only you climb up
and away
-- February 2011
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