Right Now, 1:12 pm on a Friday in October of 2009
Right now I am lost in her irises.
They are easy pools of contemplation
That I slip into with a zealousness
of the greatest intensity, but one
pock-marked by my many years of
In fractions of seconds of minutes
of hours of days of years I’ll
But I think I’ll always come back to her irises.
Drink from the endless gourds of life kept grounded by
And she thinks she’s gone,
but she’s not. She’s right
here,and I am in her irises.