Wanders

If I wander through what’s left
of your home
trading bits of your life
for forgiveness
Will you see me as anything other
than an offending
piece of art not designed for your walls?
If I thought you were going
to enlist a vocabulary
to educate me, to work will
over a frozen, broken model of life
I was wrong
The yellow lines on the highway
underscore
missed moments/ fragile
hearts & broken fights
The restaurant leaves a dirty knife
in my hand
the plate long since cleared
away
Only every eye in the joint
directs its own misunderstanding
& heads leave as heavy
as bellies
Each new bed
…each different bed
eclipses a different pain
Awaiting an alarm clock
that really works: you are buried
in your pillow
For hours now
Come to me again
I’ll wait for you to start the car
Come with me come with me
see
what wanders we come across
next
J.D. Harms 2019

