Longing

Fortunately – or unfortunately –

I glimpsed over at the nocturnal green cover

William Matthews’s poetry book.

The flash of lazy summer sky

over the three-story apartment in Brookline

zooming by like a blurry window scene in an Amtrak car.

The sweet warmth – that somehow imbued under my skin

from the hollow cool atmosphere above –

radiated in waves, like softly swinging hammock

with a glass of wine and a love song from radio head.

I blinked. I stared ahead towards what was to come.

Warmth – I chose to believe what I felt in my heart.

The glowing red yolk over the horizon –

graciously engulfing all my worries and sadness –

gloriously radiating, unapologetically, childishly, happily.

my arms are wide open without the usual guard

for I chose to live once more again.

6.24.2024