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.

1 Comments:

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*

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