I’m waiting for September
walking upriver, wishing for
whiskey at midnight. concentrate
on how to give your life full meaning?
the changing of karmic bed linen
pink sheet on, up for anything
the future and past no longer matter
I’m waiting for September
bread and butter for old dreams
that never came to fruition
the past three months have bloomed
moments that didn’t forget the ‘bath’
I’m clean so soft and light
bleached from the prudery of old grief
I’m wishing blessings down upon us
I look away from savagery
beauty’s shadows shine beneath the black
as a smothered laugh, a sudden lifted care
it is humane to suffer and to dream
the wife that embraces you
like the sharpening air –
i am content to remain a dabbled herbivore
with knees and elbows together
in the window, I will find solace here
I’m waiting for September
I’ll set it down into the leaves
and let it flutter home, as
any red maple melts into the ground.
Photography Courtesy of: http://www.deviantart.com/art/September-Mornings-6-326956485
Wuji Seshat 