The idea I came into being
The idea I go is sometimes freeing
But more than that is the pane of glass
That I watched one day just smash
As I looked across the reflection
It had conjured up
And though it was weak
It was born of love
And salty air caught my nose
It wasn’t something I ever chose
But would I go back
To buying into the sense of lack
That is so endemic
Long before the pandemic
Came to take lives from our shore
How much you lose is how much you adore
And I stared at him from across the stage
Riveted from the page
He had used to ink
The passing stream they call “to think”
And the joy just burst
Like a balloon in my thirst
And I hungered for air
That moved just because you were there 
Can you rivet an eye
And please explain why people die
If you can
Just a man 
But somehow more
I woke up Wednesday on the floor