try to stay awake
that’s the plan anyway
and so there is movement
drinks in a bar
dinner in a dimly lit place
conversation vague enough
to be mildly interesting
but not revealing
the face attractive
the body appealing
there is a warmth here
that could soothe an aching heart
this is keeping the ghosts at bay
and the present present
in a life in a holding pattern
waiting for that special someone
who may never appear
to talk of books and poetry
theatre and film
of living a life of meaning
beyond the balance sheet
of things that really matter
not safe but dangerously alive
instead of just killing time
trying to find a way
to coast home
Beautiful poem, perfect title.
Thank you.
Wonderful poetry!
Thank you.
Ah, those things that matter! So difficult to grasp.
And our hold often so tenuous.
Always.
I resemble your remarks
Hope you coast home.
All my friends tell me I should leave the holding pattern and come in for landing but I am frightened of how the reunion will go.
I can understand that.
Wonderful expression-“present present…