(snapshots of poems written during 2001-2012)
midnight driving.
(you hold the trump card)
I pack
fitted for my role
loaded with bundles partially covered.
rolling toward you
across miles, mountains, states;
a fare-the-well to my heart broken.
this precipice,
love found (somehow)
hidden in fibers
not yet known.
blinking, blinking
(a small town traffic light after midnight)
bringing us closer
a distant togetherness.
I will fit in here.
slipping into old love
seeping, refilling your cracks
adhering to uncharted spaces (unknown, unthought of)
rooting me.
(my queen is in the dark)
determination causes forgetfulness
and our love - it’s thorny -
snagging where we are soft.