Homesick (Just for Juan)


My heart

is moored

in Charlotte

and cramps

like overworked

calves

stuck

in a place

thousands

and thousands

and thousands

of miles

away

no closer

than

the moon

surely

it beats

but only

by half

the other

half

beats

where he

is or

they

are

a metronome

at half

speed

longing

replaces

breath

squeezing

my chest

like a heavy

rock

tears roll

down

like opaque

avalanches

wetting

old

yellowed

photographs

of sunny

days

when we

smiled

and danced

in

moonlight