Dusk

Funny how it gets dark now,
leaving me behind,
inside,
as if something has gone on
without me.

It's hard to remember now
the things that hold me
together,
hard to think that even
while I fall invisibly apart,
somehow I remain.

What adds up to me?
Which sum am I?
Who is there now to find
me when I've lost myself?
How will I know where to go if I
don't know where I'm starting from?

Will I be able to love you into
survival if I've never
known how to love
at all?
Will you someday forgive
me for bringing you to life
in me?

Maine 2008

I saw an old man in Maine,
he was nailing plastic to his house,
wrapping up for winter.
It was cold and time for dinner.
Within my borrowed walls I
wanted to be, like him, in occupation,
with a house to keep and a family to hold
and someone to go inside to.

Always waiting in the waves, we are
boats that hesitate, till harbors fill
and everyone is gone.