Will Soon Be Complete

"Will Soon Be Complete"
Tranquil sits the afternoon while the showers
drop less like rain, reminders of the autumn and
soon coming December.

I cannot decide whether my heart is the same,
alone and quiet, presently, with wishes to speak to no one,
or laugh at my billiard inabilities with a few who
know it doesn’t matter.

Lightly looks the river’s surface while seabirds
call, watch and scavenge without noticing anyone’s
regard while gathering their meal.

I cannot decide whether I want the attention,
fine accolades for another performance,
music or oration, staged or spontaneous.
Whether I want the attention,
suppressed laughter when I miss a note or
stub my toe.
I could not gather the courage to ask
a stranger to take a photo of us on our
honeymoon.

I want to go to Hawaii, I want to find my home town,
I want to play on the stage day after day,
I want to be silent and read without residue.
I want to know all about you, I want to hide my journals,
I want to see why you function, I want to cover my blemishes.

Coolly the afternoon crawls toward evening
while the traffic flows, compact to semi trailer,
behind my house like the a 24-hour Walmart where
workers never sleep. The day, without my permission,
will soon be complete.