I didn’t mean to bring
you with – Henry
You rode with me in
my brain and when the road
opened to new sights and smells
and sounds
you were in the left hemisphere smiling
and each night it was
hard to focus and feel alone
The poet inside kept singing
those old romantic numbers
with the salt of the pacific
in the mouth I clung to
lake superior as the anchor
of sanity
And lamented
I don’t know who you are
without the warm touch
of my hand
