December 2008
Talking In Bed
Talking in bed ought to be easiest,
Lying together there goes back so far,
An emblem of two people being honest.
Yet more and more time passes silently.
Outside, the wind’s incomplete unrest
Builds and disperses clouds in the sky,
And dark towns heap up on the horizon.
None of this cares for us. Nothing shows why
At this unique distance from isolation
It becomes still more...
My new favorite poet
“Drafting a world where no such road will run
From you to me; To watch that world come up like a cold sun,
Rewarding others, is my liberty. Not to prevent it is my will’s fulfillment.
Willing it, my ailment.”
No Road - Phillip Larkin
FW:
I fall in love with books, not people. They rarely disappoint.
