This is all there is ‒ being alive, just here; right now
There was too much that could happen
A friend of a friend
Don’t be afraid
He was keen to talk about himself
They might as well keep each other company
He didn’t seem quite so unfortunate
Much of it was just ordinary aging
He seemed at a loss as to what to do without her
Handsome head oversized in relation to the slack, slight body
Its ancientness inscrutable and daunting and moving
The rock face was streaked with moss
They were waiting in shadow
No one spoke or made eye contact
The train paused at a red light on its way into the station
Gone fishin’
When the flow of life twists and untwists
You repent the things you’ve done, and regret the chances you let get away
I wonder if you’re like me
Ours is a good neighborhood
People in bathrobes stroll around here at all hours
I dreamed of a wild landscape
There was nobody there
I didn’t ask why
The new regrets
The persistence of the old regrets
The distance I’ve travelled from my own youth
It became a test of strength
Another silence comes to mind
You and I know what goes on
In fact, there came a silence now
It stood perfectly still
I concentrated on the flat asphalt ribbon
I had to figure out how I got to this point – and why I was here
She didn’t believe anything I told her
I closed my eyes again
I stared helplessly
And I was suddenly, inexplicably content
There was suddenly the sense that the party was verging out of control
The party was my idea
No one else wanted me
After a while you learn that everything stops
Where I went I would not go back
I felt as if I had been hijacked
And I was frank and I was caring
I was relaxed and serene and focused
Today we fight back
Everything I did was innocent and full of love
And I watched with a mixture of fear and fascination
I was dreaming about myself
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