Friday, November 16, 2007


The future fumbles
blank and blind
while tidal waves of memory
cover me.
Flotsam and jetsam.

Tide in, tide out.
Swallowing the ground
underneath my feet.

No one here but me.

A little shy,
I gave you music
I bought for you
on a rain-soaked lunch hour
and you smiled.

You said:
I’ll have to pay you back.
I’ll call you next week.

You meant to favor me
with your presence?

Alms for the past?

I swallowed shock.
I couldn’t reply:
A gift is a gift.
Not a trade.
I’m not cashing in
the chips of our history.

I didn’t tell you.
I can’t explain the obvious.
I never could.
Not that you wanted
very often
to know.


herhimnbryn said...


LJ said...

Thanks Herhimnbryn. I'll take all those.

Koru's Daughter said...

It is rather sad when your cat can be more gracious than another human being.

LJ said...

KD - Thing is, it wasn't meant ungraciously at all. Knowing that doesn't much change the impact but...