Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Long embrace in Brazil

I longed to be in a nowhere town in Kansas

To remain unknown 
To wake early in the silver blue morning 
To make coffee
To see a cardinal at the window on a leafless branch 
To be in the poetry of a life lifted off the ground
Lifted past self
Or comfort 
or the warm hand of another 
Leather work boots on the wood floor
Simple me
the coffee was enough
I go into my day
And it doesn't matter so much