It takes time, to think
In a way round the way round the back,
black, brackish looking thing
of a river, of life. Of us:
Tightly grasped fingers from wrist to palm to tip.
To us: raised glasses and comforting winks,
your dazzling smile comes back to me as I
Retch and heave over the sink, where are you?
I need you here now; I need
your touch
on my hand.
Too many questions in a mind so far from clarity
As two hearts on two sides of the Pacific:
The sun rising only to set a moment later
On the far shore.
So where are you? My bridge,
Hands and arms cross gulfs
When the will is strong enough. When the wind
Blows East:
I am reminded of you then.
And only sadly know
That your words will never
Encircle me again.
