When you were alive I read your horoscope in the paper each morning for a sign you might love me that waiting and holding my breath would be rewarded We see where my hope led us but through the veil you promise: There is more love ahead than behind
Tag: free-verse
Unprompted
Unprompted and unpraised you simply saw and did what asked for doing I remembered how long how lonely it has been since I knew care like that
Bend
This branch does not know how far it may bend before crashing down to earth I, too, cannot see the limit of endurance my own coming fall
Becker
You said our egos wrestle with greatness and finitude: We are at once like gods and worm food So it is most courageous to even leave the bed face the paradox ordinary heroism to greet the day
Summer
I want only this: your finger tracing the lines behind my ear my ankle back of my knee and the warm sweet breath remembered so well from the summer we sweated and I too foolish could not bring myself to cool things off
Messiah
Young and sleepless I worried planes might fall from blue skies I could be the Messiah and never know it miss my mission miss the call believe in a God helpless and frail
Tragedy
I read of your death black letters on the white page and hope for you your mother, your father that it may have been gentle howl because I share every parent's insistence: you must outlive us
Tremble
Drops tremble on the verge of a cascade and now torrential sadness
Prayer
Lord, thank you for all I do not have: burdens I do not bear problems I need not shoulder worries that never trouble my sleep I counted your love in gifts but it is here, too, in absence quiet and emptiness
Young
Young and empty I tried to fill myself with things, with you Now I know there is no replacing the more of less
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