Belonging
It was the middle of a dark night
Following the white line
On foggy L.I.expressway
Such a warm feeling
Waking in the morning
Those bouncy kids jumping
On me to wake me up
Felt at home
Never a stranger
Knowing I was always welcome
an open door
never really knowing
how you felt
grown up and sure
is
how I saw you
Attitude
Raised eyebrow
As your full mouth to it's
Downward home returns
A certain pride
Like the dancer you once
Dreamt of being
Straight back and square shoulder
Legs still muscular
Carry your weighted frame
Thinning white hair tops your
Small round head
I cannot speak of your attitude
It Reveals too much of mine
What?
I hear your voice
Crackling over the cell phone
In a midtown taxi
Excited to see you
I hear your voice
Not wanting to see me
My imagination, insecurities
I tell myself
Long walk up seventh
Waiting for the Bayside bus
Familiar images sounds
From yesterdays
Your door opens
Familiar light
My heart happy to see you
I hear your voice
Not wanting me there
Now I see it too
not understanding
thought it all so unconditional
not at home in your home
I fear never to return