Rest Easy, Sweetheart

One of my favourites from the late Adrienne Rich…

I wake up in your bed. I know I have been dreaming.
Much earlier, the alarm broke us from each other,
you’ve been at your desk for hours. I know what I dreamed:
our friend the poet comes into my room
where I’ve been writing for days,
drafts, carbons, poems are scattered everywhere,
and I want to show her one poem
which is the poem of my life. But I hesitate,
and wake. You’ve kissed my hair
to wake me. I dreamed you were a poem,
I say, a poem I wanted to show someone…
and I laugh and fall dreaming again
of the desire to show you to everyone I love,
to move openly together
in the pull of gravity, which is not simple,
which carries the feathered grass a long way down the upbreathing air.

– Adrienne Rich 1929 – 2012

ghostly love

Hey Love,

I thought I knew you.
my friend.
Believed
I could love you

Believed you could love me

like lovers.

But Abandonment
Left me

with Loneliness.

You disappeared

into an abyss of drunken tears

Heard you smiled
as you whispered in my ear,
‘I’m a ghost’
I kept going back
to your evaporated image.
Always wanted to touch

Your reflection.

Created you in my head

Then,

One day

I met you in the flesh,

Didn’t recognise you,

but felt you,

loved you

all at once.

In wide, round, open eyes;

they stared at me strongly,

through me,

Saw you,

in his deep, dark, delicate soul,

you hid for so long.

Waiting for me.

I said to you,
Hey Love,
hey stranger,
where’ve you been
all my life?

Waiting for you, he said.