parents – poems 2 die for

AND TO LOVE

danced all night you did
first meeting and me
not yet
on the agenda

I suppose I must feel glad
you contrived to shut
every other option out

don’t know what it would feel
like right now
never to have been conceived
never have to come
into existence

never to have encountered
the day the dancing stopped
ground to a halt
    eventually dead in
its tracks
   and me and my siblings
left wondering
if this is what time
and children do
    to passion, and to love

DANCE

went to
a damce

mat at
a dance

danced
at a dance

fell
in love

danced
their dance

came
and went

from my
lifelong observations

never
danced again

things so
much happier;
simpler then

VOICE

I asked you
begged you

not to listen
to that voice

but even if you
did not summon it

you let it ring
in your head

something in your head
told you this was the song
the dance of life
music of
our very existence

and not the scratched old pressing
of a foghorn jamming
with an
air raid siren

drowning out
everything harmonious
there
might have been.