Checkin' things out by the river.
Posted in hello, moon
You may find yourself
throwing things away.
underwear
old photographs
and
letters.
and just because a
stranger in an
airport says
he loves you,
you stay awake
at night.
And still find yourself
throwing things away.
except
last year’s tax return
and
postcards.
I can find you
in a candle. in
the jack and peel
of apple. I can
find you
in the underneath
of Spring.
I can find you
in an album. in
the scratch and turn
of vinyl. I can
find you
in the song
a river sings.
I can find you
in a question. in
a silent
conversation. I can
find you
in the company
you bring.
And you may
not be
my first Love.
No.
but I can find you.
hold all that floats
in common
said the river
water cannot begin undo
what you
hadst left
undone
I follow as you
follow
said the moon
duplicity
a thousand minute hands
bells tolls ticks clocks
alarms can neither slow
or quicken sting
or thought
of hapless mind
said time
come rest here
in
my arms