I fill a
void a niche 
or maybe I’m
the void or
the niche inviting 
others to fill 
whichever it is 
the fill or
the emptiness that 
I am I 
am always here 

I so wish 
that you could 
see what I 
see said the 
lover to his
love said the 
poet to his 
words and said 
the angels to 
all of us

This blue is 
my favorite hue
this blue black
right before the 
artist adds yellow 
mixing dawn with 
night light lighter
still until this 
blue my favorite 
hue of blue 
cedes to day

It is now 
at this hour 
this quiet hour 
my world is
sleepy stretching yawning 
drawing close moving 
away like gentle 
waves coming ashore 
then back out 
this rolling life
like the tide 
leaving little trinkets 
of brief affection 
before going on 

I have become 
expected like news
or bills or 
aches and pains 
sometimes new frequently 
fresh this flesh
and its feels
still do dance 
I wonder though 
if now my
missing would bring 
surprise whereas before 
at first had
is this then 
what the millstone 
feels grinding grinding