Intertwining branches
Of my relationships
With others
With institutions
With responsibilities
With goals and aspirations
With the dreams
I only allow myself
At night
Curled safely
In my own bed
With the dreams
I only allow myself
At night
Curled safely
In my own bed
The tear was wrong
The conditions were wrong
Her love was wrong
He was wrong
Her life… was wrong
I flow through lives
Passion and presence
Broken love
Leaving trails
Ice cream, or a popsicle
An orange soda and a danish
While Gary tanked up the car
And made the windshield gleam
And why should it be different
When I can’t love him enough
Can’t give him enough
Can only think of my wants
Of my needs
“I hope at least one of them is,” I dead-panned.
She giggled, “Only in a good way!”
And they can find me
Still, there remain aspects unseen
Valleys undiscovered
Some never to be revealed
There was a little breeze, a few roofed camping platforms, so we parked ourselves beneath one while the ’79 Holden Gemini baked out in the sun.