posted October 07, 2005 01:21 PM
Lind Goodman's Love POemspage 136 137 138 139 140
And Our Cup Runneth Over
my need has never been greater
it almost equals apathy
well, do you expect an endless faith
in this bottomless grail of searching? I've been waiting
nearly eight-years-from-forever, you know
do you know?
the poets claim you do..that you've been waiting as long
for my song as I for yours
and my heart believes them, when my mind is fast asleep
but when did a poet ever win a ball game in the final inning?
out of habit, I wonder how and when..I shall discover you
or will it be a rediscovery?
within waht midnight dream..blazed by which flashing comet
chorded by which symphony's crashing notes
or silently, on a clear day?
in what spot on which map..will we consummate our reunion
Colorado-deep..Vermont-snowy..Arizona-Indian-haunted
Ohio-dotted-with-baby-lambs-and-daffodils
or Californai-earthquake?
I left no trai od twisted twigs for you to follow
that I remember..perhaps a winding path of wild blueberries
eaten eons ago by hungry birds of Time
did you make, for me, a mound of stones or pepples
marked with your initials or a cross?
I think not
we could meet, I suppose, on a Manhattan subway, reaching up
for the same chrome handle..in a waeving car
too narrow to avoid the electrical shock of our auras blending
but what would you
be doing there?
Denver is more likely
or Vail in winter, coated white
I might find you on a Sunday morning..before the early mass
lighting a lone Francescan candle in St.Patrick's
standing hesitant, on a deserted grassy knoll in Dallas
through why in God's name I'd ever go to Dallas, I don't know
maybe walking, hunched over, amnesia-like
along some sinister street..in Rochester, New York
but..why shoulf Fate arrange for us to meet
within the nightmare of such a debt of pain..already paid?
on All Hallow's Eve, in costume?...me masquerading as happy
you, dressed simply as you..will you tear off my mask
with your deep knowing gaze...again?
I'd like our happening to be in a lilting place, like Holland
high on some windwsept hill, blowong tulips pink, sky-blue
and yellow
or near a sweet, spring-scented lilac bush
our coming together could be accompanied
by the chiming of Big Ben, in London
and the Changing-of-the-Guards
or in the moonlight..beneath the gieving shadow
of the Great Pyramid of Giza, trembling
at our unexpected presence there
so near its mystery
perhaps in the Egyptian room...of the musty British Museum
running through the Scottish heather
or In Ireland, through the shamrocks
disembarking from a ship..on the stormy coast of Wales
I'm not much of a traveler
though I might, someday, be near an ocean..even if not beyond it
so it could be a trash and bottle-littered shore
In Laguna or San Luis Obispo..please, God, not Newport Beach
with some other lost ones playing soft guitar
to the rhythm of your walk, approaching...
I'll look up
exactly as a sea gull wsirls above your head
and your body, turning do to watch its flight
will stab my soul with its familiar posture
will your hair be dark
or sunlight gold?
it will be growing cold, along the water's edge
you'll offer me your sweater
I will smile
what if we should pass, hurried and harried
in some crowded store..what matter what city, which store?
our minds too intent on nothing
to feel the organ music in our hearts
pounding annuciation hosannas
as we drown beneath a sea of strange, blank faces
unseen, unheard?
of all these places engraved and blessed by my images of us
for some reason I can't seem to explain
the one that ever chords
the clearest precognitive music in my heart
is an airport, in the rain
but that requires synchronization
of an airline's scheduled flight
and our meeting is not times
only preordained
on the astral level
of our Higher Selves
are there clocks?
no appointed hour has been set to guide us
like daybreak
5:01 P.M. quitting time
high noon
a sunset angelus
or twelve o'clock midnight
beneath a street lamp's golden glow
starflakes falling all around us
bells wildly ringing in..which brand New Year?
right here..in this unsuspecting, quiet town
where I have waited
or will we finally awaken from our dreams of separation
in some lavender-crystalled twilight
on another, brighter star
and weep to know we missed each other
down here, on this lonely one
beautiful in recognition..draped in promised miracles
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Miracles really do come true
sometimes not the way we
expected
Listen to your heart
your twin is waiting for you
to
and God Bless all the twin souls who are already together
I should like to reunite with my twin
anywhere
anyday
anytime
is fine
by
me