find your place
In the Breach
Wander wonder restless
Amidst the novels
Autobiographies
Travel and Mystery
Search seek anxious
Through aisles of Philosophy
Religion, Science Fiction
Table nooks filled with laptop fingertips typing
Comfy chairs hold readers’ captivated eyes
Where do I belong?
(Do I belong?)
A solitary empty table, alone, waiting
Waiting for my laptop fingertips and captivated eyes,
Waiting for my restless anxiety
Waiting for dress-up dreams
And therapy themes
The only open space here-
-here with Maya, Rumi, Berry and Bertoldt Brecht, Love Poems.
Poetry, of course,
For (I’ve been told) I am a poet.
I settle scatter my stuff
(Stuff stuff, soul stuff)
Upon this table
Organically absorb the whimsy, truth, courage
Filling all these crisp closed silent
pages, pages, pages….
in book after book after book….
shelf, shelf, shelf… self
Shhh…they whisper nudge, silent
while, in the breach,
Jackson Browne sings.
~ro, 11/18/14
life: acoustic & amplified 