Here is a poem I wrote in response to an ad I read on Craigslist. The woman would write a new post each week, always poetic and sad. She had a son and we were morally polar, it seemed, but we had a few literary encounters that brightened my dreary November. It turned out I was really looking for someone else. Anyway, I just came across it while deleting email and thought I’d share it.
Humming
I know
I hear
a tone
familiar.
But it might be just
mine inverted,
like wave fits shore;
knows not, never will.
I know
your etceteras
and I speak with authority.
At times
honest,
more often
the butterfly
who notices the dust peel
off its wings.
Too conscious to hear the ring… ring… ring!
The hum in my head doubles in your vehicle.
So I stop.
And listen.
It sounds familiar.
It sounds smarter,
maybe wiser.
Different, also.
The rifts you left,
I fill with my cells.
My cells.
So I wonder…
Who’s your son’s father?
