justwrite 9 april

while you fall asleep i will keep the candle on i will turn out the dinner i will wait for you on the other side of the calendar there will be fresh salads strawberries they will wait for you but the quiet will be too silent and you will sing loudly loyally the stars will laugh and graph the course of course i have forgotten i have gotten lost in the brush the underworld pages caging me in and pinning tin to my thumbs making pianos out of drums humming without music into tunes without room for expansion there will be squash acorn and quashed like tea that leaves its own reward its score card punched bunched up in a thursday night pocket i would like to lock it but instead i sneeze out six times aligning my concerts with your audiences there are differences between us there are kleenex and there are crumbs strung along like prayer flags lagging behind the directions as we turn into the sun over and over again undone by a sense of direction the too-soon corrections whiteout on connections i would like to apologize to summarize my misgivings my wronglivings and wonder after your forgivings for i am not quite right despite best efforts that frankly could be a little better and should be yet