How I Might Sound if I Left Myself Alone

Turning to watch you leave,
I see we must always walk toward

other loves, river of heaven 
between two office buildings.

Orphaned cloud, fish soup poppling,
book spined in the open palm. Unstoppable light.

I think it is all right.
Or do tonight, garden toad

a speaking stone,
young sound in an old heart. 

Annul the self? I float it,
a day lily in my wine. Oblivion?

I love our lives,
keeping me from it. 


- Lisa Russ Spaar