here I am
close to another new year
happy happy
I wish I had plans
but I don't
Where do I want to be in five years
in five days
hell
I don't know
I just want to be with you

“I exist as I am, that is enough…”

Walt Whitman

what I am is unsure
of just about everything
but your love
I try to make that enough
but most times
it’s not
in the darkness
when I try to pray
I’m not sure who I’m praying to
when I try to define what I am
or what I want
or what I need
I can’t do it outside of your love
I am the gray thing without you
I am worn out from just being
till I’m sitting beside you on the couch
or lying in bed beside you
or nestled in one of your (standing on a chair) hugs
and that is not enough
I need to be a genuine I
not a some what whatever afterthought of a person
but still
I love being loved by you
and loving you in return

SKIPPY WAITING

whatcha looking at you
you stretched out on the other cushion
eye turned up in your head
staring
afraid I’m going to get up
call you to your crate
say I’ll be back and be gone
is that it
or are you wondering if I’m going to reach out
grab you
poke you
pet you
stroke you
and you don’t want to be caught unawares
you could sleep the day away
except for that eye
so focused and so much white
why don’t you just relax
and trust me for a while
just a while
cause in a bit
that will be it
and I will call you to your crate
and say I’ll be back
and be gone
maybe then you’ll sleep