There Once Was Something More
There once was something more stirring
than spotting a flicker or a kingbird
in the cemetery
but I barely remember what it was,
how it was done--
it also had to do with looking intently
and it also had to do with caution
in the approach--
but unlike the quest for birds
it contained
a hope for touch and long talks,
a fluttering in the chest,
a varying
confidence in who I was or who I could
become, or with whom.
But I do remember. Images
remind me, steal my mind from work
to a sad
distracted absence, with its own kind
of empty joy. |