Behind a screen Can we hold hands? For a moment, I thought it could Be more real, more warm, more sweet Then the shutdown--night is forced to remember longing, imagining inside the depth, the oozy dark bathed infinite -------------------------- Swept Up Swept up in a tide From fall to presence Only a faint connection The shore--an anchor Pages of my life-story blurred by the pulse of the waves cascading Their ebb and flow a mechanism--against submergence Almost not enough Fiery sun, burning the edges So my imperfectness cannot be restored but only collected into a history--nay, a fantasy (These two were written some time before Jan 2021) ---------------------------- A spell of wakefulness binds me to the imaginal Where I spin tales listlessly Framing new patterns of participation With you Eyes wide and mind frenzied A magic antiode cannot Cure these affairs of love No the phantasy is too pretty to leave behind Why not sit with it? Let t...