try to stay awake
thatβs 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
-
Follow
Following
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
Leonard Durso 
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…