Muse

 

Muse

 

It has been a dark December

The sky scratching at its balding head

Here it comes again

Snow moves androgynous

While the horoscopes consult

bent

Breaking down the air

All witless charm shivering

I am caught

Like a period with no sentence to sit upon

Perched

Birdlike and inquisitive

Over a calendar of inquiries

I don’t know where the slash marks will descend

Making time segmented

The page is marked by coffee, smoke from

Trials with cigarettes,

Wine slips, and late night cookies

Eaten quickly

Words running at crazy angles

Figure skating

Cutting ice where the water glimmers vengeance

and perhaps relief

Mutely the muse lights candles

Hunchbacked in the night

Tapping recommendations over my shoulder

Correcting my penmanship

I watch when the gnarled hand comes with impatient sweep

Without any idea of gender

To turn and try to seek my companion

Leads me only to formless entries of peace

Without the well being intended ….