why i am
a nomad ?

typing?
the statue got me high?
me?
reading?
listening?
other worlds?


 
was it 6:30 when you left this morning?


i held the cat to let you out
and got the quick kiss that comforts me
til the next time i see you.
i looked out the window

there was snow.
i hoped you were warm enough
and wished i could call out to you
and offer an umbrella.

i looked at the snow through the foggy window
til i sat back on the bed to pet the cat.
i turned on music to lull me to sleep
took the pillow we both prefer
and fell to fatigue, fever and heartache.
added together i got a good night’s sleep.

when i woke up the windows were still foggy.
it was raining.  i ate my leftover half a sandwich.
fed bits of salmon to the cat.  he still stands
on his hind legs like a trick pony to eat fish
from my hand.  i miss him.  not as much as you.

i packed my backpack.
out the door i took the red umbrella.
it’s broken in two places.
the rain was light.
i had to jump five or six feet
at a run
to clear the first streetcorner
where slush stretched like a lake
with the red umbrella unfurled above me
i couldn’t decide
if i felt like mary poppins
or dick van dyke.

in the park
the path was a river of rain and slush
that lapped over the toes of my shoes.








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