Posted by: Ron DuBour | January 8, 2017

Daily missive breaks into the weekend Sunday the 8th of January.~by Peter Forster


 

 

Daily missive breaks into the weekend Sunday the 8th of January.

You do not call
There is no keening
To draw the attention.
It is no affectation
Or device
It is a wave
Gentle of flow
Barely a ripple
A comforting tickle
With an undercurrent
Of yearning.
It follows no rules
Although there is a pattern
Which appears to be
Self-determined
Though inexorable
A build in power
Sweeping though
The body
Surging into the stomach
A pile driving
Life sapping
Air releasing
Knee bending
Knockout blow.
What do people see
Of me
During this internal
Constant wrangle
Tight lipped
Barely present
Gazing into a glaze
Of middle distance
Even in a small space
Seeing your face
In every crowd
A hubbub of absence
Deafening.
How many questions
Before they register
And a conscious
Process is restored
A position reflected
Everything moving
Into the space vacated
It is inevitable
That one day
All will collide
And in this coalesce
What will difference
Make of me?


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