When you are all alone You can hear everything: The crickets chirping, The birds singing, and… Yourself breathing. And when the door opens it is all gone.
I had nothing to do today so I circled all the things in this catalogue I thought you might like (the pages are folded down on the corners and there might be a color code system according to price and how much you’d like it. maybe.)
I also dusted all the highest shelves you’re too short to see and reorganized the records chronologically according to emotional association (like that guy in that movie we saw once on TV.)
Then I sat and stared at the water damage in the upper right hand corner of the kitchen (get it fixed get it fixed get it fixed) and played with the skin next to my thumbnail.
I ate a pear, it tasted like preschool.
When will you be home?
When I woke the kettle was whistling and all the water had boiled away.
So I had to make a whole other pot.
And I didn’t get it to your mother on time.
(I hope she’ll survive.)
How was lunch?
Did you have beets?
Flowing and carefree The viewer of many lands Oh, how I wish to travel with you, Picking up the scent of faraway places Toying with them like string, then dissolving Flying in and out to greet me with your rich scents And cool breeze, And as you come in and beckon to me, I follow you down the stairs As I run outside and outstretch my arms All who see you lift me off the dew Know I will never be coming back.
PS: the magic page that will always jump you to the latest poem is "http://www.saintannsny.org/depart/computer/poems.html"