twenty and six
Zooming through some hill-town we were invincible
dirty Berkshire kids loving company who could talk Shakespeare,
love, loss, and the best dance music.
Zooming in that emergency room we knew it was coming
the inevitable snip rendering an absence
it created space, though. We all knew it would.
A righteous anger blanketed us in some Maine town.
You had sealed that deal with a tequila shot
a kiss, a flower, and a promise.
We played football in the snow.
We built fires.
On time went, and distance crowded into some car and went.
Winter’s tale-like years passed.
A call, a drive, a union, warriors, changing everything
and we were Southern, perfect and thick in cats.
Delicious pines dotted days of wars,
paintings of memories, and ice storms
that tree divided your house, brought love in three to my flat.
But the cats fought.
The neighbors complained.
And again, snip snip went my brain.
In the midst, some cousin made love to me
laughing, blatantly, unapologetic-ally rife
with mischief, then roses.
Again, space was made, we filled it with birthdays
walks and talks and locks on doors
that only we held keys to.
We all went to school
We sat in cafes, singing loud
We wept, fumed, sighed and lived wide.
I fell off the world awhile
There was too much escaping and I couldn’t find my feet
I lost play, I lost love, I lost mirrors and beauty
When the heartbeat ceased a moment
I saw the three of us in that amphitheatre
40 kids battling at agincort
I wasn’t done, I guess.
We all weren’t.
There are still records to listen to.
Zooming to Memphis
we came to the compound
we played, talked a little
I saw more cats, more fire
the creations, sublime, you two molded
in observation and questions- your best art.
We had a meal again.
Again, it was all shifting for me.
My feet were hazy, nearly gone, but the shadow was all.
The sunset reminded me we were young.
And so it was.
It was all right.
At least it was for me.
There’s an equal elegance to sadness, joy.
I’ve always known. I had to admit it, though.
It’s raining in Memphis,
so don’t zoom.
Take the road easy and make sure to breathe.
You all know I’m here, same as it ever was.
Still short, still unsure, still the worker bee.
Still pushing, shoving, defiant and scared, but
My feet are in full view.