Absence
Posted: 14 Dec 2013, 21:46
I thought I could keep you out ; I cannot.
You appear on Skype as full as Guru Purnima.
Whenever I try to craft my poems I am stuck.
When you were here I went about my way
driving to poetry readings; Now that you are away
you occupy my thoughts; the mind holds no vacuum.
It is playing solitaire with my poems, emptying it
into the recycle bin.I keep thinking about migrating birds
that fly from the Arctic to Antarctic, and back to the Arctic
cutting across oceans with twigs in their beaks ;
a twig to keep them afloat to fish; a twig
they must never forget to leave behind .
I need your voice to survive.
You appear on Skype as full as Guru Purnima.
Whenever I try to craft my poems I am stuck.
When you were here I went about my way
driving to poetry readings; Now that you are away
you occupy my thoughts; the mind holds no vacuum.
It is playing solitaire with my poems, emptying it
into the recycle bin.I keep thinking about migrating birds
that fly from the Arctic to Antarctic, and back to the Arctic
cutting across oceans with twigs in their beaks ;
a twig to keep them afloat to fish; a twig
they must never forget to leave behind .
I need your voice to survive.