FEW PEOPLE PASS THIS WAY

FEW PEOPLE PASS THIS WAY


passed a man who smiled
at me today
and wondered why?
Smiles are so precious
when they arrive

as morning light seeps
into my room -
not long before I am
here alone -

and as daylight swarms
above my head -
I wonder what I did
and wonder what the
night shall bring?

passed a woman laughing
today
and wondered why?
I too - wanted to laugh -
laughter is so precious
when laughter is heard

as night comes through
my window of my life
I think of what I did -
here all alone?

and so the night brings
but the end of another
day
as I close my eyes and
still see nothing -
change

Nancy Duci Denofio
all rights reserved

THE NIGHT BEFORE published in What Brought You Here

THE NIGHT BEFORE

A glorious red balloon
it's how he told me
my mouth felt.

The night before he left
he stared at flesh -
no words exchanged
he wanted me to think
kissing was good, and
took his fingers, closed
my eyelids, told me
"It was alright to breathe."

Wondered if men gave
out candy here?

The wrong he did was so . . .
casual for him -
as if he took apart another
puzzle - so singular

People say birds are exotic -
he compared me to a bird.
Wondered if I could have flown?

A bird twists silently out from
its' nest of twigs.

My body settled into summer.
Birds gathered at a feeder -
I feel stillness all so ordinary,
suddenly you are naked -
thinking, the entire
world sees you pass

It is morning and I am again,
alone.

I think of how birds
flew - out there, in the open.

Nancy Duci Denofio
published - What Brought You Here
June 2010 page 17