Wednesday, October 16, 2019

the last day



a small
cheap café
in some lesser
known residential
neighborhood
of Lisbon
my stomach
rumbling
my heart
churning
everything is
different
I thought
everything would
be the same
somehow
but I suppose
change is required
so I drink
three espressos
and begin
my last full day
within the confines
of Portugal
I am
alone
my woman
is at home
waiting
my family
is torn apart
by their differences
and indifferences
I am
torn apart
by my need
to feel whole
within the whole
I simply cannot
fix
what I cannot
fix
some hearts
are meant to remain
ragged
and so I float
onward
down cobblestone
streets of old
wondering
at my steadfast desire
to simply feel alive
knowing surely
that these babies
will keep crying
these men
will keep smoking
these stores
will keep selling
and these dreams
of billions
will always be
dreamt
will always be
dreamt
will always be
dreamt
and on my way
back to my room
I stumble
upon a random
sidewalk book sale
near a patch
of purple flowers
I would
read them all
if I could
read Portuguese
but I can barely 
read my own mind
any more
I just fall 
forward.





10/16/2019  AAW

Tuesday, October 15, 2019

she wants more


the
little bird
in my chest
is rattling
her cage

she is hungry
she wants more

she will take
what she needs
she will seek
opportunity
to escape

she will
fly free

she will
make a nest
inside your hair
live there forever

inside
the dream.




10/15/2019  AAW

Sunday, October 13, 2019

I am asking

across the Atlantic
my heart of hearts
beams with warmth

it is raining outside
making the streets of Porto
slick and dangerous

it is cold
but I cannot feel it

it is grey
but I am filled with reds
and oranges and purples

and passion

I send the seagulls
with a message for you
sleeping so small
in our big bed

I would take your hand
inside mine forever
if you would allow it

I am

asking.





10/13/2019  AAW

Saturday, October 12, 2019

The wooden heart


The wooden heart
of the sea
has carried herself
slowly upward
towards the sun.

She migrated
for thirty-eight years
within the waves
to find me.

I bring her now
with gentle reverence

to you

for safekeeping.




10/12/2019  AAW