—

 

— like everything else

 

part of us is

here — somewhere or other

 

and part of us

is always somewhere else —

 

 

 

the part of you

that is not here

 

stays with me now

— in all its unknown certainty

 

and will be so — no matter what

 

 

 

— though the part of you

that is here with me

 

in the fields that fed our sating —

 

is gone — more than equally for keeps

Roger Desy

Barnwood poetry magazine