Paying Homage to Circe
Poem for a long weekend
Sentenced to solitude
i inhabit a concrete island,
a once sensory disco of blazing, urban lights,
fashioned by demigods.
A slow burn of hours melts into days,
as I try to conjure a dormant magic that will restore a child’s wonder of ordinary things.
Waiting:
i tend a kitchen garden and grow sweets, imbibe candy nectar, shoot sugar rapids,
i explore the spring moods of falling rain, the passions of summer heat, the golden melancholy of fall,
entertainment is a second floor window, a theater of stock characters and steal-the-show-dogs,
10,000 steps a day, a bellows of sorts, pump a waning heart fire,
In this ennui, I strive to remain fluid, soft,
strangely satisfied.
But nothing quite eases the longing for before,
quells this sirloin hunger for human touch.
