Calm for a time

at Midnight
change came with
silence in its pocket
the shake and shiver of fear
the usefulness of loss its anthem
as it approached

i found salvation in
wild of thought
splashed to page
a slather - rabid mouth rain
honesty expelled as words
and I am
for a time
calm

another midnight
i preen you
a bouquet of flowers
unwieldy
i beg you stubbornly to a
vase you’ll never comfortably fit
nor would ever wish to
that’s the Gasoline in the sugar
strange therapy

touching your anger
i call you poem
give you a title
a purpose
and though I know
i have no right to wish for anything more
i sit facing the falling sun
and am
for a time
calm


Michael Lorne Leard