My Dearest Love
you’re probably well acquainted with the Nights of Disquiet
walking in the early winter dark
when the sun drops at 5 pm
and it feels like you could Run and Run and Run
leaping over the collapsing horizon
coming across no one

and now my Mind is spinning such that
the World must be spinning too,
faster now I think, faster
everything is ripping out the soil
and I’m clinging with waning static force
when the Walk Sign starts blinking

there are Two Cyclists at the intersection
in moments they melt
away down the Avenue

I can feel my head dropping
lower toward the soil
where do we go from Here