There and Then

I walked straight into a dust
storm ten minutes out and
walked back and that was it

my gear and I were covered
with grit so a shower before
dinner was in order then I had

a sandwich and a jigger of
scotch to watch Endeavor by
my adventure didn’t end there

One Endeavor and one scotch
was my limit so I worked on
my writing notes stuff until I

started to think about you
I was reading notes about
first century Rome and Judea

and the like when I realized that
if we were alive then nothing
would have changed

I would have still been looking
for you and waiting for you to
arrive on the next camel

(gotcha dearest read on when
you stop

I would have loved you just as
I do now and missed you the
same wanted you the same

only I would have loved you in
the there and then just like I
love you in the here and now

camels or no camels it still
adds up to always

Beyond Until

Acupuncture wiped me out.
I said no errands today. I’m
going straight back to

editing my great American
novel. But I was more than
half way to Trader Joe’s.

Got almond butter, coffee,
almonds. Forgot my special
tea. My regular tea will do.

My sweet muse, can you tell?
I’m writing about my day
but thinking of you.

Drug store and then home.
Now mid-afternoon, I made
lunch. My phone dinged.

My sweet muse, can you tell?
I wanted it to be you. May
I say it again? It is so true.

Every letter of your texts
love me and touch my heart.
I can feel every tap.

The phone dinged that two
packages were delivered to
the mail room. Not so. One.

The game of wait-and-see
begins. So, as I looked at the
clock I decided I needed a

late afternoon cup of tea.
Hot and sweet. Should bring
me back from the living dead.

My sweet muse, can you tell?
My tea made me think of
you, but you’ve had a hard

day. Feet ache, headache,
heartache, you texted. Hot
bath and bed for you.

My sweet muse, can you tell?
If I were there, I’d rub and
kiss the ache away.

I have no doubts that our
friendship was true love all
these years. Can’t go back.

I know. But I’d rewrite that
line. You know the line I’m
talking about.

“We are connected in love
forever, but must remain a
touch apart until…”

O my very dearest, I couldn’t
get past the “until” or end
it there! We won’t end.

I will love you always and
beyond until.


If you get goosebumps
texting, then you are
in love. If you don’t,
you’re not.

In the midst of
goosebumps the poet
in her texted,

“We are special together
even apart… you are
loving me poem
by poem.”

Speechless, her loving
words elicited an emoji
response; it was all I
could do.

I’ve not known love like
this! The day progressed.
Mail to check. Laundry
to do.

I turned the key, bent down
to take a look expecting
the usual grocery flyer.
What’s this? A box.

No junk mail. A love box!
My heart leaped. She’s
touched me again,

“Because some love
defies explanation…”

You know us when I feel
like I don’t know anything.
It may be a day-by-day love,
but it is filled with the

impossible; a love so sweet
that it encompasses us
like the shape of water.

If you get goosebumps
texting, then you are
in love. If you don’t,
you’re not.

My Solitude

Am I lonely, in love, or both?
I’ve always been alone, but
not lonely until you.

I can feel the quiet getting
louder. The air starts to mix
and move in anticipation.

I’m trying to feel the memory
of your breath close to me, to
feel your lips a breath away.

It seems that our love like the
memory of your breath, so
uniquely fresh and sweet was

frozen in a vacuum of time until
now because I wasn’t able—in my
youth, abuse stole love from me.

My whole life I’ve been standing
alone in a crowd waiting for the
train that would never come.

But the power and sweetness of
your love is like the rush of a NYC
subway train barreling through.

An express train passing by that
doesn’t stop, shaking my solitude
letting me know that I have loved

and been loved after all.