Esme

I can hear the giant clock
Waiting for me outside
Ticking
But it is out of (my ) time
So I won't let it in
And if silence is slower than noise
Then shut me up
Watch me being
Still  and
eternal as a portrait
My thoughts as a frame

If you were a house
The doors would be books
Whose lines to read between
Before you let us in
Perfect thoughts woven
into sterling fabrics
That comfort us
Farwell, my friend

Contemplation
of each and every moment  I share
this room’s oxygen with you
That the trees have kindly given us
And so I cherish
every particle
And so I sigh it back to you
Contemplating the autumn light
that gives these yellowish leaves
A spotlight through their falling
And rotting
And giving me a bad knee
when my foot slips on them
I forgive you
If you forgive my incapacity
To make you justice
Old leaf
Was it me who exhausted you
With rants
You who have listened
to my spring wishes
and summer sobs
Let me now accompany you
Through your descending
And may I not
descend with you
Holding on to
the evergreen tree trunk
Until we meet again
In Spring’s thin air