Poems 2

This is another beautiful poem about me by my friend Bonnie Naradzay.

The poems are about me, and so is this blog.

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Everything’s Always in Motion

You didn’t leave much to sustain me,

just the crackle of a note on my pillow

and the fragrant hyacinths in their pots

with a plea to water them.  I’ve since

cooked your potatoes, crushed the garlic,

used the rigatoni, finished off the wine.

But the astonishment of waking with you

will go a long way; and the next evening,

you insisted I tuck my hand in the crook

of your arm as we walked companionably,

as if we belonged together from then on,

and maybe we do.  Your plane had barely

landed when you were emailing me to argue

about a book I’d given you for the trip –

and saying we’d need to stay on different sides

of the bed that night with our separate books,

as if we’d never parted, and maybe we’ve not.

Bonnie Naradzay is a published poet. Her latest collection is entitled “Invited to the Feast”, available from Slant Books, Seattle (WA).

Invited to the Feast