The sudden lack of motion is astonishing
No longer fleeing or striving to achieve some
Goals of rescue and arrival
Stationary
For now.
It comes in through my nose and with an
Outward stretch I feel the fill
Refreshing from the too heavy
Contracting lungs the night before
In and through because of conscious effort to
Keep my eyes open
My heart thumping and
Mind wheels turning.
Perhaps more like spinning
Thinking of your beard and your laugh
Your words here floating in this late
Monday night bar poetry
Your lyrical stories of
Friends suffering through AIDS and
Millionaire hipster real estate
Cutting the world down.
We work to condense it into
Something small enough to fit here and
Let us touch
Shrink it into a
Private luminosity from
Left-over Halloween lights and
The warmth sustains.
