January 8, 2020

• loneliness

   

  

  behind the nursing home,
  starlight and thin mist
  deepen the mystery

  while headlights
  hollow out bright cones
  in the darkness
  or wander off into space.

  there are many places
  you can look for loneliness–
  at a drinking table
  or between the lights of a bridge
  and their shimmering reflections in water

  or below an unfastened belt
  or in the pain splitting a heart
  or in a shopping cart of canned peaches,
  turnips, and whiskey
  in slips and atmospherics
  scavenging on a bluff

  or in wishes worn smooth
  like a self winding clock
  which even after losing its hands
  keeps ticking
  but shows no hour

  or in your grandmother’s cane,
  your neighbor’s rosary,
  ashtrays and extinguished candles,
  a small exile with a bed in its recesses

  or in words spoken to a
  merciless distance

  or vision that has detached itself
  and is
  blind to the light

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