Thursday, September 27, 2007

Back to Me

I waited for you
the way I waited
for the cactus plant
on my dining room table
to unfold its feathery blooms,

the way I waited
for the locksmith this morning
to come and secure my house.

Not an obvious, checking
my watch, sort of wait,
but the underswell of tension
ticking a pulse somewhere
below my navel.


Blogger Chris Never said...

This is so cool,the way it sneaks up on you, the stealthy approach of the first couple of stanza's leading into the last.

Really liked it *smile*

4:06 PM  

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