JOHNMICHAEL SIMON POETRY

I wish to

capture you

play hide and seek

like we used to

 

That old-new morning

reclaimed

young again

 

Undisclosed future

still waiting

in the wings

 

Could we

have known

how rapidly

pages would flick by

the movie of our future

(or perhaps separate futures)

running off its spool

into darkness

 

Could we

have known

the chapters of our story

so short

each only a few pages

carrying a thousand letters

all crying

 

Look at me!

unique, an individual

dreaming a million dreams

discovering a hidden universe

capturing us

 

Filling our mouths

with remembered honey