No sooner than change heaves its sigh
that new never remains.
I sat in a moving car and stared outside,
watched the lights pulse and fade away.
Let me clasp your hand with my quiet fingers
nerves in you that they touch;
tingling in your presence:
like a hunger for food, for my childhood Sundays
with my Mother’s pancakes, my headless Barbie
and my sister’s silly toilet paper stunts;
Take me someplace else, please,
far from these that surround me
of heartbeats from those I do not know.
like a thirst for water, for the distant river
with its golden-glowed fish we will catch, and
with its infant trickle into the promised land.
Sometimes I feel lost, I panic,
If only I can pause
the rush of water into this room.
I sat in a moving car, my face
a thumbnail snapshot in your staring eyes;
so I looked out and
watched the lights pulse and fade away.
