Through the Crowd

An ocean of shirts and ties and jackets and dresses
Separate us,
Tides surging through the room.
Your glance reaching out across the waves,
Young autumn-gold eyes spanning the gulf of years,
Sending me back,
To the laughing times, the spring-fever budding times
Touching my most sacred, intimate memories
Where you glide across the landscape of my thoughts.

I am trapped by your glance,
Captured in the present, a slave to our past,
Memory more palpable than you ever were.

A smile of recognition,
The only acknowledgement.

You move on -
Just like before.


This is one of two of my poems in the most recent issue (#4) of the Brazos Gumbo poetry journal.