I wonder how, but
I know it just is; some folks
don't empathize much.
It may go with out saying,
but I really feel for them.

You are imperfect;
and I say that not for you,
but for me to know
that I stand not flawed alone,
as there is no perfect you.

85

"This is the wrong room.
Your yoga class is next door.
And no shoes allowed!"
Tense, I ask,"Anything else?"
"Yes," she snaps back,"No talking!"

Stressed yoga people
running out from class, with mats
don't seem so relaxed
which makes sense, because if they
were all set, they'd just stay home.

Many years ago
a woman complained to me
about the make up -
resenting putting it on.
Now, I think I understand.

There is only G-d
then you go and do that thing
that covert flirt thing
and then my thing... distraction
my distraction settles in

Again and again
I forget there's only G-d
think of you and me
I use the word I too much
and think too much about you

I bought the CD
as if it's something I'd buy
just like that, for me
but mainly it was for him
the artist, for twenty bucks

The weight pulls so hard

You almost pray that it goes

Till one day it's gone

And in its absence you find

A deep need for your anchor

Despite myself, still
I'm at home with loneliness
now at 55
Like when I was a child
Alone sometimes makes more sense