Stint

Twisting into an empty wind
my mind
a helicopter
hovers
floats
as dusk
settles in

then

a scattering of particles,
slowly grows
marks my steady approach
as vacant thoughts release
fear
and a voice through
a drifting fog
announces
"all clear"

now

grounded
i am drowning
in time spent alone
waxing poetic,
forever recounting
a less energetic stint,
or a period of cool evenings
some years ago,
when i learned how to kiss you,
when i learned i could miss you
and in the end i found...
i can miss you
even as i kiss you

"it's time to go."

Among my static

A few notes gently falling
describe another place
where you dwell
in dreams
a million miles away

sliding, slipping,
never content,
never staying,
not in one place,
not for too long,
and never satisfied,
nor ever worried
that this reality can't give you
what you want

and it’s me you remind me of,
a reluctant breeze that caressed your ear
on a fractured, swollen day
as you fumbled, frowning,
for your keys
in a harried sort of way

but i see now
my wind is no match
for the wall of sound that
breaks forth from your lips,
full and round,
and the way that i’ve found
to make the ground
seem a bit more stable,
a kind of cement table,
among my static
where our waves are not
water bound

but distance is a demon
a burden you support
convenient enough
at times
to keep us apart
but i don’t want to play
anymore

i want you to experience
being alone.