New Poetry

Holidays

I still remember
in reference to you

You are now
some landmark

A compass point
pointing towards directions
I once traversed

Dribbled away to some
worthless bar conversation

full of
what do you do
what are you drinking
what would you like
to do with the rest of your life?

I dreamed of you
this imaginary journey
to the Cape

Chatham, I recall.

In reality,
I think about places we went
Odd twists and turns on Ponce

Like some explorer
in his older years

But unlike a fountain of youth
I am in search of a fountain of peace

-4 March 2007