Here I sit
without knowing why
gazing up
at the shimmering leaves
on the back yard wall
and wondering how
I came here at all
to this sad lovely instant
because you called
of course
because you call
Tag: loneliness
From wherever thought comes from
Innocence is preferable to guilt
emptiness more bearable than sorrow
this lodging house has many secret doors
the corridors we tread are long and narrow
I lay upon the bed all afternoon
and tried to pick a splinter from a wound
and though it came away a thousand times
the pain of it immediately resumed
from wherever thought comes from
the gift of constant longing
you gave me the gift of solitude
I called it loneliness
but it was solitude
and you gave me the gift of constant longing
I called it brokenness
disrepair
but only the gift of constant longing
could keep me searching endlessly
for what is always here
everywhere
guillemots and herring gulls
call me from the street to play
like you used to yesterday
I have locked myself away
nothing new to say today
find me in the sitting room
sitting in the sitting room
used to be a pretty room
full of junk and old heirlooms
growing old is not worth spit
nothing works the way it did
especially the pills they give
awfully bitter pills they give
guillemots and herring gulls
have a lot more fun than us
they can peck and steal and cuss
no one ever makes a fuss
perhaps you’d only fly away
if I brought some treat your way
pretty bird don’t fly away
please don’t ever go away
call me from the street to play
like you used to yesterday
pretty bird don’t fly away
don’t you fly away
Walking Away
I thought you were walking towards me
but you were really walking away,
though I raised my hand to wave to you,
felt a smile break out on my face.
It was just a trick of the light maybe –
strange at that time of the day.
I thought you were walking towards me
but you were always walking away.
Another Way of Saying 