June 14, 2011

rough and ready
 
This is for unfinished business, for not quite, for if
I had more time, for wait for me, for not enough and way
too much. This is for maybe and can’t and the brief
window left unseen and tragically unopened. This is for the day
sputtering to a halt. This is for the deep ache of a tired back. This
is for what’s been worried to the bone, the frayed napkin
pressed into service yet again, the amnesiac mouth and the kiss
it knows, by heart, to give. This is for defeated and missing and broken.
This is the myth – there’s somewhere else we think we’re free.
And this is the truth – we are exactly where we need to be.