Present Tense

I was the only one singing

I sing alone

 

I was the only one who thought it was funny

I laugh by myself

 

I craved solitude more and more the lonelier I got

I fear solitude more and more the lonelier I get

 

Tense didn’t need too change

Tense is not the problem

Thoreau

I went into the woods

Because bark is harder than skin

Because the birds tell me to call for longer days and hiding in tall grass

 

The essential facts of life

Are followed by polished leather shoes and ink stained hands

Are left without rereading initials carved into trees

 

To learn what they had to teach

A shadow box of bent spoons and carved soap

A hammock wrapped in my father’s arms

Happy Birthday

I never liked birthdays before you showed me how fun they are

But as the years went by and we both got older

They again lost their luster

 

This year I saw my day as one I could be happy

I have more than just you to make them fun and feel loved

You made sure I knew that isn’t true

 

You went out of your way to make sure that I

and everyone else knew

There is nowhere for me to feel that way

 

“What do you want this year?”

“Nothing but your presence”

and now that is gone too

Loss

Souls only understand souls

Sprouts will never understand the sun

Fish may never understand rivers

Trains can never understand tracks

I’ll sit in the grass

Wilt in the sun

Curse the sound of the river

Lay on the tracks