Poem: After You Left

Random Acts of Poetry

After You Left

Solitary, pensive,
I realized where I found myself:
ground zero in the parking lot.

Above, midnight’s clouds circled
in restless spirals, each
a different darkness: blue, gray, black.

And in that weedy field, crickets
piped their mantras---
I am I am I am.

Looking up, I noticed stars
were burning through.
I watched a falling diamond.

Sure enough, I turned away,
returned to the madhouse,
lost the silver thread

that bound my parts together.
And out of that whirling I dropped
into the helix of sleep.