"Wishing For Intimacy..."

Grand River Cafe - A September Morn

Your mind sees what the heart misses...
and your eyes see - all the 'fractals'.

"Wishing For Intimacy..."

Another morning flowing
meandering
wistful and wish-full
thought and yet staring - full.

Living through the emptiness -
not a missing... just more than that;
just more than wanting - than unshared,
and yet less than silence...
a need for presence
and even the sense of absence.

I sit watching moments fold
listening to minds echoing
and voices scaled to others' reality...
awaiting - the taste of the air
I breathe
to hold what I don't dream.

The after-image of coffee-induced
awakenings -
a few unmeant smiles... life-weary eyes.
The sound of other mugs rising,
being held -
lightly, softly, care-full-ly,
tightly, barely,
in need of two-handed grasps.

So many eyes
they just slip and slide by -
afraid to be caught
held
or even to pause...
if I catch one will it become
a pair -
will the soul leak and spill
flow into -
...me -
if just for an instant
as, or until - the other wrenches them away.
Will I feel even less - as that
not-me flows out and away
to where their I awaits?

I wonder if a not-me I
will understand my why?
Will they remember at all
for a moment
I smiled.

Chris

Author's Note

Archival Bookstore and Grand River Cafe - a September Day...

Reviews

[Larry Dyson]

yes...I love this part.."So many eyes
they just slip and slide by -
afraid to be caught
held
or even to pause...
if I catch one will it become
a pair -
will the soul leak and spill
flow into -
...me -
if just for an instant
as, or until - the other wrenches them away.
Will I feel even less - as that
not-me flows out and away
to where their I awaits?

[Emily B]

oh, oh . . . this fits into my day perfectly