“No one feels another’s grief, no one understands another’s joy. People imagine they can reach one another. In reality, they only pass each other by.”
| — | Franz Schubert |
in this dream I was ill
some kind of reaction
as if I were drunk or
on drugs but ill
I let slip as I fell
from the hotel ledge
the orb I carried
a symbol no doubt
for some reason
it lost its integrity
loosening its blue
across the ground
and was absorbed
slowly into the field
the dark windows
and glass doors
glimmered
with rain slipping
along the roads
and through the air
I couldn’t cohere
I wanted to talk
to you like now
I knew I could
only speak
honestly because
all fear had fallen
away like butterflies
lifting from a mass
planting of lantana
you were nearby
but I could not find
your room nor
remember
my name
everyone was pleasant
and helpful
except the businessmen
who needed help
from no one
unlike me
I needed you
but I was lost
alone
in the lobby
waiting without hope
for you to hear
these words
(January 15, 2015)
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