Early Fall At University

They tossed a Frisbee back and forth
Out on the college lawn;
Their only labor on that day
Was jumping after mis-throws.
I watched them through a window-pane
For several hours, straight,
A book that I was reading lay
Mostly uncomprehended —

And as I watched these other guys,
Whose names I didn’t know,
I looked around me at
My fallow dorm room, new
(My roommate I had yet to meet)
And wondered if I’d ever get to know them.

A junior transfer, me, I was
Both worried and excited:
But feeling like
I’d walked into the middle of
A play, one which
The others saw a first act that
I’d missed.

Another friend came out to join them,
And he brought three cans
Of something they all sat awhile and drank.
And I was like a kid again
In still another neighborhood,
Watching another set of boys
And hoping for an invite.

Looking down, I noticed that
I hadn’t turned a page
Of Dandelion Wine
In quite awhile,
The world was autumn-ready,
And I guess that I was, too,
In my distracted way.

Another moment of my ever-long

Distracted

Way

An Echo In The Forest

From across a far ravine.

An echo in the forest
From across a far ravine;
The last words that you said to me
In memory still green

An echo in the forest
That my lonesome ears discern:
The sound of your departing
Knowing you would not

Return

An Edward Hopper World

I drive through early
Independence Day,
The sun shines lonely
On the cornices;

It’s like I’m in
An Edward Hopper world
Of timelessness
And magic canvasses

There is a feeling
Lonesome hearts will know,
Of pride in emptiness and
Vain display,

And how we strive,
Wherever we might go,
To find some beauty there
Along

The way

Blog Lonely

Blog Lonely

People, they long for connection
They yearn to be touched, to be heard;
To bathe in the warmth of affection
To soak in a passionate word

They worry their time has receded
That they won’t escape from their shell:
People, they want to be needed
And need to be wanted
As well

Lightning On The Lake

There’s lightning on the lake tonight
The world is dark and wet
This house is full of memory
That I’d as soon forget

With loud crashes of violence
The sky attacks the earth
But can’t drive out the eidolons
To which my mind gives birth

This house protects me from the storm
The wind howls fruitlessly
There’s lightning on the lake tonight
And no one here
But me


 

(“Lightning On The Lake” – 8-17-2014)

My Heart Belongs With the Lonely

My heart belongs with the lonely,
It’s where I’m meant to be –
Not in the thoughtless crowd, or off
Among complacency

My heart belongs with the lonely,
And will to them be borne –
For while I still have eyes to see,
I’ll comfort those
Who mourn


 

(“My Heart Belongs With the Lonely” – 7-15-2015)