Came home from work with a poem in my pocket…

Ever had one of those days?  Decidedly moody, unable to focus, liable to shed tears at any moment.  It started as I was driving in to work.  By lunch break, I had a poem scribbled on the back of a museum map in my pocket.  By afternoon break, I had texted my children just to tell them I missed their dad.  Lovely souls that they are, they reached back immediately with cyber hugs.  (thanks, kids!)  So here’s the poem – no title came with it.

What can I do?

                 — it’s October

the sumac is red and my poor, backward head

is flooding nostalgia like liquid amber. 

If I picked up guitar and a blues-country twang

                — and sang

it’d be you in the sunshine

white overalls, your shirt as blue as your eyes

walking me home from school

sweet, musky sweat

your warm, solid arm

the newness of the world in the flash of your smile

               — Hell. 

Now 35 Octobers gone

I’ve aged like a maple leaf

Fall-ing, as once for you,

now with you, in spirit

falling, scattering, lifting

like ashes in a sunbeam

like milkweed in the wind

Shouldn’t I settle in the present?  How can I?

             — in October

when you’re long gone…

14 thoughts on “Came home from work with a poem in my pocket…

  1. I struggle to sound sincere in a comment box…..My bad…everything comes out maudlin or plain insensitive…Best not to try.
    But I do think the poem is lovely, anyone who read it would hope someone might feel that way about them,…..and I hope you feel better tomorrow..

  2. oh my dear, you do turn on the waterworks, don’t you? Along with another cyber hug, you get a cyber wet shoulder. Thank you for sharing the beauty and truth of your heart.

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