Poem: Window Seat

A tinge of anxiety on my return.

Window Seat Old loves Old towns Old friends revisited, with a mind of older memories Sometimes found fogged in, shut down, as often in full and brilliant sunlight No way known yet to predict the weather So I just have to slide on in, take a chance, see if the plane can land, reservations made on the spur-of-the-moment, no refund Heart racing, thoughts flying, looking down to wonder if you’ll see me changed, maybe love me still And Now a Brief Message I am the hunter, you are the gatherer, you comfortable with that, thought not Genetic destiny turned on its ass, trouble at the OK Corral and it’s not necessarily my idea Two hundred centuries abandoned for a plastic badge at Wal-Mart, which may not be abandonment at all, but just a different tribal chief, no feathers Pinstripes smoking peace from the top A little confusion’s to be expected in this eye-wink since we left the cave Excuse my Pierre Cardin all to hell, it’s new, still trying to get the feel of it Tight across the shoulders, hunting elk This stew’s been on the stove a while and it’s not only the plot that thickens Urbanity was once a simpler noun You still with me, eyebrow raised? Okay you hunt, I’ll gather a while Gather my strength for the long pull              my wits for a sustaining view              my senses so I’ll know your touch              my assets for Master Card And get a grip, I always need to get a grip Back in just a moment, don’t go away Another eyewink of twenty generations To see how we’ve marked these times from there, from caves again or understanding And now, a brief message from our sponsor

This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection BROKEN PIECES available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats.