Meeting

In this ramshackle world
where everyone pushes ahead
or listlessly falls back
shouting slogans
eating tv-dinners
joining the chess-club
in this marketplace
where lies pay your way
and cunning is sound currency
where we all know best what's best
where the garbage gets collected
and the corpse is hardly seen
where the war is in the papers
and the strike takes to the street
where some swear by their pills
and others crave perfection
have I somehow met you here
stumbled upon someone then
that will not look away from me
and are we lovers ? are we linked ?
shall we swear by purpose
or account by accident
and loosely freely flow into each other
and then go our different ways
with untold understandings
and debilitating doubts
defying definition
allowing only for a heartfelt nod
yes, we're here together for a while.


sept. 4, 1976. Denise