My Love

No matter how many dimensions there are

In this infinite unknowable

There's only right now for you and me

It may be selfish

To want to go there with you

But, I don't care

I can't understand everything

And I certainly don't

In fact,

I feel like I've forgotten almost all of it

The past, the future, even this morning

So what?

I just hate to see you feeling bad

Caught in comparison

Crashing into regret

Or denying

All the wonderful truth there is

The Birds

 

The birds that I admire so much

As they fly by

Are harder to appreciate

As they peck their way into the side of my house

Self-Possession

Were you ever a young child?

I can't quite picture it 

I see you held hostage by Indians,

in Wyoming,

And you telling them that you hope

They are aware of the consequences of this

And that you hold them collectively responsible

For anything you might have missed

During this incredibly difficult time of your life