Posted in Uncategorized, tagged loneliness, poem, poetry, self knowledge, toast on November 25, 2017| 4 Comments »
Sometimes there’s enough joy
in the day that the you who is afraid to be alone
and the you who loves to be alone
and the you who is never alone
and the you who is always alone
all sit at the same table
and share a glass of wine
and though they say nothing
they nod in easy agreement
and wordlessly toast
to each other’s health.
The wine tastes of sunshine,
of yesterdays, of giving up,
a sweetness they can’t name.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged halloween, poem, self knowledge, superman, very silly on June 2, 2012| 3 Comments »
That was the Halloween
when Superman decided
to dress up as me. He wore
a wig with long brown hair,
black yoga pants, black Dansko clogs,
a solid pink shirt and no makeup.
When he arrived at my door,
Trick or Treat, he said,
just like everyone else says,
and I had a hard time guessing
what he was. Um, a teacher?
He had ink stains on his fingers.
Nope, he said. A mom?
I was looking at the drool
stains on his shoulder
and the wrinkles under his eyes.
Kinda right, he said. Um, I give up,
I said. Who are you? He said, I’m the person
you most wish you could know.
Even after he told me,
I am still guessing.