01/27/2012
Instead of drying me out,
Loneliness has poured
Its pitcher of warm water over me
Carefully, bathing my head
With slowing, softening hands
As though it’s the last time
We’ll find ourselves together.
A pretty girl at the dimly lit
Mexican restaurant
Wrinkles her nose in a smile, and my
Loneliness inhales sharply,
Rears up inside my body and crests,
Then dissolves and sinks,
Salt water into water.
I’ve spent a lot of time taking and taking
From the people around me;
Now I just want to glow, a common rarity
At the bottom of this sea.
Instead of looking for something to grab,
I’m looking for something to see.
And in looking, I saw
Love cause my arms to reach out and embrace you,
While loneliness kept my hands steady.
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January 29, 2012 at 3:15 pm
I could never get enough of your Dad’s music, always anxiously awaiting the birth of each new piece.
It’s the same with your poems, Jon. I visit your page every day and drink it all in. I don’t know how to tell you how much I appreciate your gift to us. ~ sue
January 29, 2012 at 5:22 pm
Well that is an honor! A super sweet thing to say… Thank you, Sue. Hope the end of January is good to you!