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Michael Ryan

Consider a Move

The steady time of being unknown,
in solitude, without friends,
is not a steadiness which sustains.
I hear your voice waver on the phone:

"Haven't talked to anyone for days.
I drive around. I sit in parking lots."
The voice zeroes through my ear, and waits.
What should I say? There are ways

to meet people you will want to love?
I know of none. You come out stronger
having gone through this? I no longer
believe that, if I once did. Consider a move,

a change, a job, a new place to live,
someplace you'd like to be. "That's not it,"
you say. Now time curves back. We almost touch.
Then what is? I ask. What is?

(from In Winter, Holt, Rinehart & Winston, New York, 1981)

Comments

[bluerosesgirl.livejournal.com]

Indeed. Thank you for this.