A cup a
spoon some coffee 
and some cream 
standing here stirring 
staring and stopping 
I remember when 
and then like 
gum in the 
mouth of some 
anxiously bored teenager 
I’m snapped back 
to the taste 
that it left 
and wondering if 

Up up up
I go beyond 
to a place 
that I didn’t 
know was possible 
much less how
to get there 
yet here I 
am and now 
what if anything 
at all am
I supposed to 
do pull up 
a cloud I
guess and rest
maybe someone else 
will come along 

I imagine you 
there being here
or vice verse
us being simply 
a pair of 
separates casually thrown 
together always matching 
without a doubt 
or a thought 
this is the 
easy part of 
us just two 
of almost anything 
making us a
very pretty one 

Sleeping in
sleeping late 
letting dreams 
leaving day
to wait
I stir
I suppose 
at the 
wet nose 
of morning 
reminding me 
it’s late 

I’m now gliding 
having already soared
my wings once 
made for agility
have outgrown me 
for now they
lift and cruise 
almost as though 
those short-handled 
paddles that come 
with canoes have 
been replaced by 
long lanky oars
propelling me forward 
farther and quieter 
age does this 
I think learning 
that less effort 
doesn’t mean shorter 
distances it means 
an easier way