So I hopped a train and arrived at the edge of a tension I’d been
having about something I previously would not explore.
In an ad I found in a coffee shop strew of newspapers, I found
one from someone else looking for you. Imagine…
I held a cup in one hand and did a pantomime interview with
the other – I could not answer the cups caffeinated questions.
I talked on and on, and then to anyone, and then to you, but you
were tied to the hospital bed of someone else’s expiration.
Now, a wall in my lung wants to be removed like an obstacle, so
that I can connect with the breath inside and around you.
Bang me baby, bang me good, then peacefully tell me your story
about a once upon a time man for whom you wept with sorrow.
And then and then and then I am downtown looking smart again,
agile even, an interpretation of someone who is working it all out.
And all of the above will have been worth the effort when in fact
I do find you traveling by train – today, tomorrow, or anytime…