Everybody is here by invitation only.
In these parts she’s the host.
The Great River, whose ears
are never closed,
hears autumn knock gently
with mottled wings of crimson-gold
on her front porch.
But I find myself on the back porch
and fall doesn’t even notice me.
Here at the party,
there are no mutters or stutters
though when I’ve filled myself
with all the wrong things
that’s all I can manage.
I’m no good at small talk,
but I can’t abide my own snapping shut,
my own slinking away—
so I’ll sit and listen, I say….I plead…
to somebody who has ears
and eyes, but no face.
Or rather, infinite faces.
Now I’m in it for good, I promise.
I’ve made the promises
it’ll kill me not to keep,
but it nearly kills me to keep them
the way season nearly sinks the sun
in its fabulous dream.
I fall asleep.
But this time, THIS time, I’ll open everything,
I whisper to myself,
braving the light
streaming through the door.
I’ll open everything. (Did I say that out loud?)
Yes, even the bolts rusting
on the hinges of my hidden doors
will come out.
Because she hears everything
she just grins her welcome grin
and carries on,
the life of the party.
And I step in to join.
I’m in it for good, I promise.
Included in the new collection ‘One Bright and Real Caress’ out in 2021. #onebrightandrealcaress