9/11/10 This evening I said to Roger, “I feel like writing a grand and wonderful poem. What should I write about?” He answered, “Theft.” I don’t think that’s a topic that begs to be made into a grand and wonderful poem. But I wrote about it anyway.
has a romantic ring to it
when my heart is the stolen article
and you – the sole conspirator behind the plot
unlike thievery of my possessions
(which I value far less)
in the darkness of midnight
or an abandoned moment
maybe the charm of it
is that you, while my heart was still guarded,
waltzed right in
and grabbed it, savored it,
took it right out from under my nose
while i was watching.
i never even felt the loss…
the beauty of it
is that in spite of taking everything i had,
my most treasured possession,
(in part because you also stole my
loneliness, insecurities, fears)
you left me feeling as if
i’d made a fair trade.
I wrote this a year and a half ago and forgot all about it. My friend Emily reminded me of it – so I found it and read it and thought, “Wow. That was really good. Definitely grand and wonderful.”
And I just admitted that publicly. What am I becoming?