I don’t know you
I know you
Live across the street
I don’t know women
They live in some other heart

I don’t know myself
I often live in another place
Across some desert
For now
I don’t know love
Since it was stolen
Along with things of less importance

And now you’ve crossed the street
Standing at the door
Offering your hand
But I don’t know you
Wouldn’t know open from closed
Because I can’t see
These saucer eyes are surprise
And fear

I might as well be my little nephew Shaw
Stuck between the desire to stand
Six feet away
And right up close
On tip toes
Drawn like a moth
To see the light coming from your palm
So new a thing
Undefined
No words

If you come closer
To sit nearby
I will have to pretend
I know
That across the street is not that far
That I have a sense of what beats in a woman’s heart
That I live here in this present place
That love is right over there in the Lost and Found
Along with other things of less importance

JLGrady
8.11