another day has washed over me
leaving debris
old words, used wrappers, broken pencils, tired feet
trying to hold onto a thought
is as tenuous as holding a moth
if you try too hard
you end up with a mess on your hands
thinking tomorrow will be better
is as useless as
drinking the ocean through a straw
all the marks on my body and psyche
color my world
leaving a dusty view
this moment doesn’t hurt too badly
I may stay awhile
right here and now
going no further
not looking back
you may stay with me
dwell in the moment
we ‘ll brush off worries
set aside any discussion
since the only requirements
are to observe, imagine, feel
awake
what a shame
I had to awaken today
after the most exquisite dream
I could not tell where we were
just sensations, warm breezes
if I close my eyes now
I will not be at this desk
but rather in a sea of blankets
with you
and only the moon
to light our way
river of ink
trusting you
to take me away
keep me sane
hold my thoughts
you’re catching my tears
with the notes
making an ink stained mess
no matter
the thoughts look now
how they felt inside
there’s a river
moving swiftly
with my words
you won’t be able to avoid them all
but I’ll let you distract me
with your eyes
telling stories
outside my head
visiting yours
a new view
for me to see
I forget now
why I cried
when it’s all so terribly
wonderful
I was right
to trust in you
hunger
hungry for just a taste
knowing more would make me crumble
needing to nibble a bit from below
you can take it, give it
you have so much more
when I don’t have nearly enough
will we have this chance again
I’m thinking not
so rather than mourn
let’s celebrate
soar together
as high as we can go
so maybe a taste isn’t enough
I knew it wouldn’t be
I’m crumbling
on my knees
you make me hunger
missing you
missing you more than I thought I would
more than I should
taking time to wallow
is certainly dangerous
it’s not the obvious
the signs of life
the warmth of the pillow
the breath on my neck
the fingers grasping mine
no, it’s none of those
it’s the sweet quiet
after
it’s the look across the crowded room
speaking better than any words
it’s cleaning up after a meal
and making another mess
yes, it’s the signs of you
lurking in the corners
missing you and our time more than I knew I could
more than I should
holding you as sacred
in memory is certainly a danger
The Word Rummager 