evening letters and spaces in sequence – a poem

evening letters and spaces in sequence – a poem

every poem does not have to have a perfect ending
every day doesn’t reach a conclusion, merely ends
in the bed wrestling with energies of anxiety and ambition
i am not finishing nor beginning much of anything
a dog nearby chews a roll of green electrical tape
that she retrieved from under a desk in the studio
and her joy is unbridled and complete
as i wish i could leap into something with vigor
it has been a day
the winding down has been uninterrupted and pleasant
all things are just where they are
where they are supposed to be
and a drowsiness is coming over me as i type
word by word
hunting for a bow to put around this rambling jumble
of letters
glowing dark on a light screen
compliant to my will
ineffective in giving flight to something beautiful
buoyant
i’m in need of a sail, a pull of energy, a goal
out of sight from the shore as we launch
but wait
there’s no we
it’s me and the dog, tempo
the we, the she, is no longer aboard our bed
it is a pause
a rest before the holiday season rushes around
creating chores and traffic jams
and maybe an ice day, if we’re lucky
but it’s all ice days at the moment
my work can be done from within my bubble
my dog, my air conditioning, my big curved monitor
and nothing is wonderful
but everything is okay
somedays okay is pretty good
and if we had astounding as a rule
okay would be like a rest day
let’s take a rest day, a full note stop
silence the rioting political, gender wars
and compose a quieter work
a symphony of sounds
now spoken in you mind, but spoken aloud
as i revise and refine
my cadence and codewords of meaning and memory
ghosts of cats that no longer rub against my leg
warmth of a girl who is no longer beside me
i sing a song of silent typing
of myself
and more
of
letters
imagined and arranged in sequence
i welcome your company
and companionship in this quiet night

10-3-18

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