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Eager to be held
A poem about love and loneliness
I only hear a string of voices
Back and forth like wind in pines
But the only channel I’m tuned into
Is no one else’s, only mine.
The moving heads and dancing limbs
Like pigeons on electric wire
So many and so far removed
They turn to embers in my fire.
Six deep wells inside the garden
Echoing with proffered thoughts
They call me from below the earth
Where life may no longer be fraught.
Crowded by the love of others
Eager to be held and led
But they all want to break away
And be led by someone else instead.
So clear the table
Leave it bare
Eat this life
And leave me here.
Break this bread
And drink this wine
Take your vows
And leave me mine.
Then return a day from now
And find me in the morning sun
With dreams and hunger from the sleep
Another shot of what’s to come.
The spirit soothes what’s gone before
And ignorance becomes today
Full of limbs and moving heads
Full of wants and words to say.
