As Good As There

As Good As There

Tonight I am thinking

I have had quite enough

The violinist sitting on the rocks

Singing the sun to sleep

Has food shopping to do, checks to deposit

And a bed to make

He, like us, can never invest his whole

There is always something else

Something that’s more- a glance

A second, a moment

From the mouth of the crow

I hear the truth of my heart

My clock chimes at

times off from yours

Fifteen and forty-five

My mind is on a car ride to

New York, my eyes are in yours

And my heart shivers, naked in the corner

Confined to a room with walls

Padded with mother, father, sister…

Maybe I should be in California

Or maybe I should dance a little longer

Or maybe I should have just kept my mouth shut

And listened

When I sit to map it all out

Find clarity

I wonder to Italian dinners, car shows, candy stores

And suddenly, I’m off my

Rhythm

I got a quarter after and

I’m late

It’s raining and I’m

Outside getting wet,

Weighed down, burdened

Each step home is heavier

A chore

The more difficult, the more I ache

For it

I can do it…not now but

I’m sure I will another time,

But I‘ll be there sometime

Unless

My turn to fall, to feel

To see it looking out, looking up

I want to sit in my bed

Singing myself to sleep

But I guess I’m just some place else