Somebody
making me
unsatisfied
They say it
never can happen
Only I can do that
They never been me
or my like
Never watched me lose
Never watched how
things were taken away
or denied
Somebody
making me
unsatisfied
You say
it isn’t true
Only I can do that
You say
a lot of things
that leave me that way
You do it
Leave me
that way
Someday
I won’t be
and I won’t have to ask
who did it to you
because
you and I will both know
Difference is
I’ll own it and
gladly
A door opens —
no, more than that: the door
to your solid home is blown open
as if in a scene from a movie
and he’s standing there, the Missing Returned:
perhaps Prodigal Son, perhaps absent Father,
perhaps Great Lost Love, the One
That Got Away, last missing link in the chain
tethering you to Who You Used To Be.
What are you going to say?
You are different, not at all
the same person. Drink different tea,
hold your head differently, your voice
lower, your body weaker. Maybe you’re
a parent now, perhaps a widower or widow,
perhaps divorced or never partnered.
What do you say to the One
who defined you once
when you are no longer
who you were
back then?
You say,
welcome. Welcome
to my solid home.
Can I offer you
some tea? It’s what I have
these days.
You are welcome to sit,
and certainly we’ll talk,
but close the door
behind you first as
I don’t want anything
that might have followed you here
stumbling in bedraggled
from Beyond.
I posted this a couple of days ago and got a frankly disappointing response — only three of the hundreds of subscribers to the blog answered. Trying it one more time…it was the weekend, after all.
If I were to put together a manuscript of selected poems and have a book published of my work, would you read it or purchase it? Or does the presence of the work online make that irrelevant?
If I were to do this, would you purchase a hard copy or an e-book?
I would especially like to hear from subscribers I don’t hear from often.
Thanks in advance!
Tony
Dark Matter 