In Longing Is Just Like That, I've tried to combine longing's burdensome feel with its onerous sound.





Longing Is Just Like That


Long is concealed in the commonplace
            Searching along the longitudes
            For the child, his belonging
            Your longsuffering face in a clench 
            Without a lick of fear, headlong

Longing is just like that
            Long like the screams when your child…
            Long like life when your ovaries quit…
            Long like years when spouse succumbs…
            Long with her rife ending,   i  -  n  -  g

i  is for incline at the sad close of day
            When sun drops off its slight curved cliff 
n  is for no, nothing can change it
            The body, daily grind, soul, nothing, no
g  is for gone, gnawing, gnawing…
            At your dreams.  Reoccurring all along

Longing that fruit tree, glorious with plump…
            Out the window, on the other side of memory
            Across the fence, killed by rabbits over winter
            In a long chill snap when the snow fell deep
            Gnawing ‘round the trunk from their icy hump

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