POEM #—I DON’T KNOW…
Pretty much the way of the title my life without you goes:
‘Not knowing where the light of the world went’ when I am
without you.
Without you,
I loose the straight line that connects me to the center of all
good I’ve discovered in forty years of walking the roads,
without you.
Without you,
I don’t have to contend with friction or images of conflict
that show up in this mirrored instant we hold to each other.
Without you, all expectations, yearnings, expressions of lust,
are orphans born into the world, meaningless thoughts
going nowhere or disappearing into the darkness outside,
without you.
Without you,
I’ve often imagined my days, getting used to the impossible
thought you bear, like the cross where a dream dies alone,
without you.
Without you,
is also you without me, the letting go of the hand, the tearing
of heart tissue, the void in the eyes I become when I am
without you
—or you without me.
