I have dreams –
the eventual north woods
a bookcase filled room
to escape from a city of stuffed memories
which do not digest (even with
the assistance of ventilation).
I’ll be alone in the endless winds
companion of flowers and ferns.
When you return from faraway lands
there will be no face for you
to avoid the stare of.
The gifts you leave on the table
will go unwrapped.
It is silence with a ribbon tied round it;
even though you know I need
so much more than that –
don’t you think?
In my dreams
I’m older than I even imagined.
Unwinding the clock has become more difficult
than anyone could have anticipated.
North woods –
give me release from expectations:
there will never be
more discussion than that which
takes place between our eyes
clean enough air in this apartment
time that does not tick.
Release from expectations
so maybe one day again
I can breathe.