“Because I Am”
Because I am I do not doubt;
I’ve asked the Muses too much,
I find questions only come when answers touch
The one who’s truly asked, a sudden thrall, another bout
Of wonderful from inside out,
More than likely from a shirt I’ve borrowed, shoes and such
Accoutrements as please my ëgo’s crutch,
Evasion and a sense of power dark and sinister with clout
Enough to raise the latter summer’s gnats as armies in profusion
Reigning at meadow’s edge no longer than lightning lasts but flashes.
Yes, I always ran but found my way back home again for more.
In time, of course I’ve found no one knocking at my door or keeping score.
Within such knots I’ve found the food of courage, yes; fusion
When it came left nothing but the need for rain to cool the coals and ashes.
I knew you would not be there;
For you there was no ocean side,
No Qibla further than a certain sweet pride in overdrive
where love subsides and tides
Abate. Never had you inhaled the sweetness of judicial margin, exquisite error
In support of some solitaire, the natural aroma of one last evening.
You never rose with me through the blush of blessings, supine against the skies—
If remission comes it comes too late—you ever cared to look beyond my eyes.
You never saw in me the configuration of your leaving
Nor anticipation, no lighter scent of all that pain you left behind.
Had I been honest, I must admit I always knew it would be so. While
Reticent and cautious, you smiled
On all that came to both of us in all we thought we’d find.
I had the feeling that you’d only blocked a single scene,
Some routine rehearsal while I stood reverent in the splay,
transfixed by what I’d dreamed.