THINKING ABOUT A STUDENT ON A FRIDAY EVENING

30thJun. × ’14

Today I planted plants
hearing my mother make fun
of my pledge to grow
gardens later in life

whenever that comes

and yet the leaves called

the consistency
the possibility of
supposed to’s
xylem and phloem
the eye of the storm
the separation
lightning and thunder
distance space
if we let it

will it be okay?

What can I do?
but say truth
to you even when nothing
will be good enough
to make you solid firm good
well understood

A storm is a storm
though you know its cause

Chaos remains
if you know its source

And here we are
witnessing crisis
imagining blooms
mirages from desert

Where are you tonight
while the storm rages on?

Where are you
while I sleep peacefully here?
Minor inconsistencies creep
nightmares barely there

Is your skin crawling
with lack of a hug
while I sip wine and pontificate
on how much better you’re owed?

Where are you when
I’ve decided I need a break?

Where are you breaking
alone?

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