place – Poétique

Où

When you find your place
It’s like hope is accepted
Inside of you the machine
Is finally running smoothly
Closer to the equivalent
Of being found
Further from lost
And the dogs that
Are intimidating you
Are playful and welcome
You’re at ground level
Closer to lions and the
Cubs are your companions
And you feel safe in their
Keep and affection
For the unsettled feeling
That comprises your surety
Is the comfort that makes
You feel protected and replete
It is the natch of your
Existence to find a way
To embrace what is truly
There for you to embrace
Like a second part of you
That understands how you feel
More than just the flesh of
Another but an untouchable ether
Existence that can hear and
Receive you in a way that
Affirms your greatness
Defines your worthiness
Completes your whole

A Better Place

Wassailing through the morning
Silently to myself in a rush of text
Or memories of songs stuck in the head

Red lights glimmering on rocks
I’m barely aware of my legs
I’ve had thirty five years without you
But the last fifteen with you here
I’m unclear what the rest of it will be like

I made an oath to myself
That I should walk our regular path without you
And I’m keeping it today
To feel myself and find my strength
In general, it does not compute as though
Many can relate to this repetition
Going at your pace, standing at corners
Feeling the absence of you there slowly
I wonder if you feel it on the other side
Our spiritual bind is strong
But our physical bond has been broken

I walk where you no longer walk
Where you were once disoriented
Now, so am I without you

I have so many seasons to go
In this way

Breathing the loss of your presence
It’s not much different than the pain
Others feel for themselves I imagine
But when you accept the same rhythm
For so long, so comfortable so soft

So absent

It is almost its own kind of torture
To have loved and then to have lost

A Better Place Now

Not all of it was bad
Not all of it was good
But I’m glad we closed the door
Not all of it was happy
Not all of it was sad
But I’m glad it’s finally over
Packed the rest of the space up
Turned over the keys and said
Time to go our own ways now
Nothing else we can say now
Hug it out and move on to
A better place now

I Long

I long for a place
Where the unholy
Feels sanctified

The spread of something
Worth giving
Is exchanged privately
And especially
That place could be

Anywhere
But it feels as though
It must be somewhere
In particular