24: Acknowledgement

sits with you

my body is contained between my boots and my hat
but my mind floats
among the juniper trees and also
down the street and in
Kingston and Rome too.

.

the tall man on his way home from work,
his,
it is suffocating in his brain.

maybe yours is, but will you come see me?

.

i am a singer of those lost words.
you know, like
the way your heart is five minutes
after he left for good.
i came to see you.

.

my mind sits with you old man,
on the park bench feeding the ducks.
and also with you, little girl,
in the sandpit on the swings.

.

i see that the sky is chardonnay
and fluid time is all that is real
so you and i, we’ll drink up the stars.

you are held in reality,
but i live in what’s real.