...a companionship poem

An Offer of Company

I choose to spend this moment
with you, to truth-tell, to help-give, to hurt-heal...
to be trusting...and...trust-worthy
in an hour of put-downs, let-downs, drag-downs
and proud, preening show-downs.

I call for you to call
the shots, pronounce the needs, imply the desires
you wish to be addressed and stamped
and posted on whatever walls (virtual, vital, viral?)
you’ve built before, beside, between.

I only offer presence...
no presents and no prescience...for as long
as it takes, and as soft or loud
as your purring, shouting silence can stand
another faltering person at your side.

I presume your innocence of
hidden interests...and risk the raw investments
that might end in foreclosure’s blush,
for life is rushing on and we each one cash it in
to buy a bit of priceless pantheonic praise.


MNA  8.29.2015  11:59 PM