Wandering around like pals not a talker he likes grinning I am tapping at his shell wondering what's plainly hidden Knocking back he asks me how I’m keeping on a smile Took a moment and I thought on learning how to feel That no matter the before what is now is what is real In all small details of the now I’m easily wowed Like the crinkle round his eyes when he starts to smile
With time I tried to charm unhooked and dropped my watch onto the floor and smiled meekly up mumbled nervously That's like you and me
After she ran laughing through the shadows of branches, having declared herself to the night Crazy For A Boy, she freshly bubbled with laughter as a older sis would at the kid sister’s diary entries that reveal favorite fantasies:
An extremely coincidental encounter with this boy who’d round the corner so they’d bump together and he’d have that grin and like him not say much but something like, Hey, and, Want to grin somewhere privately so that maybe we can smush our faces together, nuzzling like kitty cats on the legs of their owners? And talk all the while about the wonders of the world and our shared confusion about the condition of living?
And with utmost cool she’d shrug, Sure Totally, so totally unaware of her smile that would threaten to boil over, and for moments together, would forget her bad history about going too Crazy For A Boy ………………………………………….because This one is always different!
I have a leftover prickle where our faces brushed before You left by the front door while I laugh-sang farewell in my best worst Celine Dion impression: “near! far! wherever you are!--” on beat you shut the door Stepped onto the porch and stood one measure more Wondering briefly if I’d reopen the door join the windy frost With you, but no, you thought, not after goodbye and with bare feet So you tromped down the steps shoulders hunched & foggy breath you left my house by way of running cool cold air clearing the nausea our closeness induced in the tiny attic bedroom You’ve now hoofed a quarter mile away from and soon you’re in your room and sitting on top of your bedsheets you feel The prickle leftover on your skin from where our faces brushed
If I wrapped myself in toilet paper, wandered through the streets would you recommend me single or double sheet? If I had a radio show chanting colors on repeat would you tune in at night before you fell asleep? If I took an autumn train to see the changing leaves would you come along with me, share the window seat? If I used aluminum legs that sometimes made me weep would you tell a joke, take a shot that’s probably cheap? If I stopped balancing, said I’d plunge after a leap would you say nah, that water’s not so deep? If I painted cylinders among your blue wet feet would you know that one is trash, this one is to keep? If I lost my English and could only chirp and peep would you pick up boops and beeps? If I wrote you a poem and stuffed it full of ifs would you read it to the end before you called it quits?
Lead or Follow
Lead or follow then fall in water Shiver drip squint tilt forward To catch a whisper or hear better The ocean’s constant gentle shatter
Forget to watch the watch tick Summersault in the surf and pick A shell of holes a chip of moon Night dawn and another noon
Wonder at the wonder of being here Speak of time and chance and fear Focus and answer with close vision Of grains of sand, odd or even?
Cartwheel on the edge of the sea Unhurried windmills turned By the brackish breeze