Pillow

 

                    Pillow

 

It was
A restless
Night

Tossing and
Turning

With a rapid
Fire brain
Speeding
Through the
Detritus of
Life

Seeking the
Succor of sleep

Reaching to
Turn the pillow
Over to find
That cool place
For my cheek

 

 

Marbles

 

Marbles

We carried a

Small cloth bag

With a drawstring

Close

 

It held our

Treasured marbles

 

Peeries, and cat eyes

Some plain ones

That we could sacrifice

In a game of “keeps”

 

It held our special

Marbles and maybe a

Steely and a Clay shooter

 

In a circle

Drawn in the dirt

On the playground

During recess

 

We would

Challenge friends

To a game

And sometimes play

For keeps.

Boxes

 Boxes

 

I filled a box

With treasured items;

Keepsakes of a

Special times

 

Some filled with

Books from the

Impactful class

Taught by the

Brilliant professor

 

Taped shut

And shipped

From one side

Of the country

To the other

 

Special book rate

From the Post Office

To encourage the

Transportation of

Knowledge

 

From my basement

To a storage unit

Treasures and insights

Long forgotten

 

Baggage, a sea anchor

Holding me back from

Living in the present

Moment

 

Boxes that may

As well have been empty

Filled only with long

Forgotten memories

For Dia

 

For Dia

Men are visual

So we first respond

To the look

 

You wore red

And strode

Purposefully across

The room

 

I like that

That is interesting

I thought in my

Male way

 

Now years later

You greet me

Across the bed

In your flannel pajamas

 

In between I have

Fallen in love with

All that is inside

 

Your tender, stern

And loving mother’s touch

And all of the small acts

Expressions of your

Unrelenting love

 

You are my best

Friend, my passionate lover

And confidant and

My valentine

 

February 14, 2007

Chris

 

Chris

 

Attention to detail

Doing more

Than required

 

Everyday at

His regular job

Then working

His second job

And then odd jobs

During the time

Leftover

 

Work was

Ennobling and

Provided purpose

While doing double

Duty keeping

The demons

At bay

 

Touch

 Touch

It was just a touch
In the middle of a jet lagged night
In Florence Italy

I reached over
We were both awake

She gave the tips of my fingers
A short squeeze

It conveyed so much
I am here
I am awake
I see you
I love you

I thought,
I love that touch
Will I remember it
Forever