Dec 01, 2008 22:49
I left it like a box,
Empty light reflecting
Echoing hulk
Which had had life
My life
I’d turn down the heat
Of someone else’s dime
I checked the locks
Though they weren’t mine
I brought up the trash can
Safe in the garage
Waved to a neighbor
Who never looked up
Painted a hall of
Tiny finger smudges
Danced in my mind
Step after step
And wondered quietly
Why things end.
Here I’d reposed
Laid many burdens
Fathered dreams
Shut away apprehensions
For so short a time
It was my entirety
Where am I gone to
Let it be so dear
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