Poem: Trust Me

A favorite poem of mine.

Trust Me Trust me, he said     and so of course she did Having no other option,     toes not touching bottom She barely floated in this pool     of self esteem The problem was age old,     a question of definition He meant it too, this man from Mars,     speaking Venusian Trust me on his red planet      means I’ll do my best In her ice-blue sphere it meant     I’ll be your everything Which no one     can provide and no one     could survive So, pure as the driven snow,     they drifted Lives lived not up or down,     but slantwise Sliding off the edge     of talking Skidding away     from listening Slipping off the road     of caring It was said at the inquest that     bad weather caused the wreck Debris was hauled away,     broken bones splinted All the oil slicks     sanded-down and traffic quickly back     to normal Matter of fact, I saw her     just the other day The eyes of Venus smiled     as a Martian told her, trust me

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