stumbles

stumbled over you

     like shoes strewn

     (strategic imposition)

     erratically,

          somewhere out of place

jarring to see

     what had been

     so long away,

          so wholly departed

  like cars parked     

          on fresh frozen     

               lakes

clear waters

          stiff-white

(opaque as

     your intention)

misplaced,

     unexpected convention...

sitting there,

all

the same:

          parked and waiting

          for sky’s light to dim

and headlights to shine,

     clear streams of understanding

     to play across

          crumbling surfaces

not fit to skate...

          impeding our slide,

trip-stepping -

     even as our heads

are bathed 

     in blue-black halos

and so we meet - 

     ungracefully again

our sometimes stumble

          familiar enough

               to recall...

oh yes,

          we’ve been here all along

Reviews

[Corset]

The feeling of "unease" within your poem is prominent easily understood what was once so warm, now distant and somewhat chilly, yet there you are, that's where you've always been...somewhat uneasy, somewhat distant, like bumping into old lovers in the grocers

[Wendy G.]

I really liked the flow and imagery in this one. The whole idea of being "out of place" or misplaced, not completely all together - awkward, that's the word I'm looking for. Beautiful imagery here.