In the middle of everything
Walking winter streets
With an empty drinking glass
**
In this imagined
Small city
With a great library
Of philosophy
**
Sitting alone
Future outcomes
In the fingers
Of my gloves
**
Call me when
You’re ready
To talk about
Poetry as
What can’t be said
Out loud
**
In the middle of everything
Trees tell the time
The dappled trees
**
Talking a great deal
About the nature of life
Without vocabulary
**
Seeing what can be had
(Even blind)
Before it all
Goes away
**
Moon snow laughter
Its not winter
Its the heart’s shared ice
Planet of the Blind 