plan b

an exercise

upon discovery of the recovered artifacts,
it was uncovered that, in fact, they were not
as artfully crafted as was first supposed.
rather, these crafts were otherwise bound
to projected images superimposed on the back.

no one

like grass you can't stand on
or gusts turned to gales
or rotating clouds that rest over london,
eyes red,
i cross each old wooden plank.

no more

a man on a bridge weighed the options for years,
then decided he'd finally jump in.
just then the wind blustered
and knocked off his balance,
now he'll never change his mind again.

will she ever see this?

lie still that i grasp this instant,
force it into closing memory.
rest a moment, motionless,
that i keep you here with me.

tomorrow's solitude waits outside.
tonight i've locked us in
to feel your heart against my chest,
wash out solitude's insistent overtures.

he may scrape and smash against our door.
by morning he'll drag you away.
but for tonight solitude must wait outside.

i project this instant on the wall,
push the hair back from your face.
faith's voyage is a lonely flight.
but i can run.
and i can wait.