how we bury anger

 

today I met a man
half in and out of despair

aloud our lives become tidy
with limited meaning
and even words like
              myself
are mistaken

things change in the telling

impotency feels like rage
but looks softer

and, sometimes waiting is all we do


when we meet again
we will be strangers


my heart plays
hide and seek

I will not be
discovered

like a ship
bearing down on the New World

and you, never more than a
conqueror