Feb 9

Made again are
Doubles and steals
Spring training
And the joy of keeping score

You seem to say two
Things always in the best
Way to make me smile
As if you capture my deep
Held unexpressed thought
That which was hidden
But hidden only to me

My own thinking from myself
A stance my brain tracked
Your batting glance
It was there illustrated

Yes in the early hours of another lost day
Dream there was only a thought
Of you but it was draped
driving in storms

No way to be sure
Nothing more than urges slouching
Towards courage
And I was in that space
Where I dream of your
Body before me in movement

I imagined the angles of your arms
In a stage of passion
I hallucinated the softness
Of a wordless expression
From your throat

You can winter alone or make
Another choice
I can
Keep you warm,
I can
Tell you a feeling, that never fades,
                               an anchor for
While you soar and dream,
In your unfinished and beautiful
Constant becoming.