There is an urgency in thinking that,
to first and foremost see an absence missed
if only for the sake of certitude,
a loneliness can surely cease when met
in mutual presence. The eyes, peculiar,
pretend to hide the spark, initially
dismissed because the mouth could not protect
the heart that has already leapt in bounds;
sufficient unto courteous pleasantries
without the graces social standing asks.
The poor do not profess amenities
nor make excuses for a humble feast;
they simply are. And so the marvel moves
in clumsy second chances finding out
that first encounters are not accidents
and that the present laughter highs a five.
If there was need to fib somewhat it was
not contrary to sound precepts of good
one wills another when the truth, at bay,
can save the night and stall the day’s demise.
Goodbyes were long as if to pat the back
until at home it rests with fond recall
of bonding with the likelihood of blood
that, although not umbilical, was hot.
The topics were diverse, flooded the mind,
the punctuation only once as though,
on cue, it snaps as, every now and then,
it rises, pauses, soars again to shine.