Saturday, March 14, 2020

Reveille

All of me is present and accounted for—
all of my appurtenances.
My feet show my head the door.
Who could ask anything more
of their limerences?
Everyone is present and accounted for.
Knowing I have to cancel the big show
because of the coronavirus

my secret druthers showing my feet the door,
and my feet don’t need what for—
they’ve learned to walk in complete sentences:
both are present and spoken for.
Not too early to restore
the magic of my most exciting relationships,
heart showing fear the door.
The charm of friendship endures forever
in spite of the death of specific instances
of me, on the roll-call but not answered for.
My feet have shown my soul the door.