I remember or imagine
I’m not sure which
because the agony of
its missing is similar
this anguish often bleeds
like watercolors one into
the next this longing
for and also if
if we had and
also if we will
it’s delicate this dance
between past and future
but does very little
to release the gripping
grief of this present
I am thus caught
like a fox between
the hounds and hunters
Category: Affection
Herb
I wanted my spice
having for far too
long considered myself bland
easy to chew easier
to digest and low
on almost everything else
but I wasn’t bland
I was an herb
a compliment a tickle
a delicate addition to
almost everything where I
was added a subtlety
and yes even sometimes
an afterthought but coming
after and to the
rescue is the one
thing most people remember
and even more cherish
and keep as secret
HimHimMyHim
I can see him
here there and everywhere
that I’ve ever been
but when I approach
he quietly slips away
my someone into a
sea of someone else’s
leaving me to search
excuse me sir I’m
sorry sir didn’t mean
to disturb you sir
I’ve never found that
twinkle of surprised recognition
not once never ever
and now I’ve stopped
recognizing the one face
in almost every crowd
content in the knowledge
that when not if
he will see me
Hand
I knew then
right then there
what I was
meant to be
a great explorer
for as I
traced the lines
of your palm
as it rested
upon my leg
I knew where
you had been
what you had
touched and every
single other hand
you had held
InDifferent
Deciding to not
rather than do
often does provide
possibilities before unseen
doing the same
results in same
and doing different
causes new freshness
try something new
try anything new
a different way
to walk a
different route to
work a different
outfit to wear
be your different
and therein discover
your different things