Short Poems To Read Alone

#10

Everything is far away now

like the clouds moving West

to the sound of a marching band and

like young planets drifting into open space

with a steady weakening of gravity like

my name on your lips (though)

now difficult to hear over all the noise,

(and perhaps you are not calling at all)

remains ringing in my ears,

where I am

now idle, now waiting, now empty,

on white beaches of salt

watching the water;

how it never stays in one place,

and watching the sand;

how it is moved by water.