STARE POEM

You know how it is.  Sometimes you just write a damn poem.

Thinking about all things beautiful and transient this evening, I decided to flip thru the invaluable MOLESKINE Notebook that I take along with me to the cabin on the weekends.   I call this notebook my “Cabin Word Processor”. 

And I came across the following poem that I wrote during the week of me and Chris'   12th wedding anniversary, which was almost exactly one month ago today. 

All I can say is, it musta been one of those nites.

And so here it is:

STARE POEM

(A/K/A:  An Anniversary Poem)

Sick of it all

Sick of it all –

Stare at the nails

Stuck in the wall…

Stare at the brick

Stare at the pipe

Stare at the fire

Into the night.

Staring at You

Staring at Me

We stare at the Dogs

As They stare at a Tree.

Stare at the stars

Stare at the Moon

Stare at the walls

Lining our room…

Stare at the stairs (!!!)

That lead to our door

Stare at the rug

That lays on our floor…

And our pain and our Love

And our Joy and our tears…

Not so sick of it all…

After all,

My

Dear.

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L.A.W.  5-14-2011