I missed you
I missed you, I missed you, I missed you
I so so missed you
I so so wanted not to
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
I missed you
I missed you, I missed you, I missed you
I so so missed you
I so so wanted not to
This is the light
Which the mentor talks of
These are the stills
Where greens are green
Where reds are red
Where love is love
Where hope is never lost
Where desire shines on desire
This is the light
Which falls out of Eastern windows
That loses itself so damned quickly
In the wool pile carpet
While it lets its sky
Be framed, quartered
By the lead lights
On the double-glazed glass
This is the light
Of the all of our knowing
This is the light
Which I show to you now
There is a longing in me
Which resides
In the receptive clay
A clay which you moulded
Knowingly, also unknowingly
There is a longing in me
Which decides
Upon the plasticity of the clay
A clay which you passed, then pressed
One time after another
There is a longing in me
Which provides
A worktable for the clay
A clay which you turned; turned
To rediscover the inside
If the summer of love is with us
Why am I disappointed
Is my disappointment
That you were disappointed with the journey
Instead to reach out
To banish the miasma
If the season of vacation is with us
Why do we feed into the struggle
Is my abject poverty
That you were gifted my poverty along the way
Instead to find growth
To implore the connections
If the light of the homeland is with us
Why do we punish the pretenders
Is my black rose only flowered
That your flowers might bloom beside the path
Instead to find being
To identify the poetics of love
He looks at the sea
He looks at the sky
He looks at me
One wonders why
Does he read his little book
To find what he’s looking for
Where he sees the stars
I see a suntanned thigh
Where he greets the arc
I walk, long-legged, by
Does he need a calmer cook
To find what he’s looking for
Nothing is uncertain
In the life he leads
I draw the curtain
After planting seeds
Does he know how long it took
To find what he’s looking to impede