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A Midnight Poem That Had to be Written Before Sleep Could Be Had

By Steven Hoadley

 

6 billion people on this planet
and our footprints in the sand
happened to cross paths
while we paused 
for coffee 
and rest
and thought
on a patio in Sedona, Arizona.

There were two of them there. A couple, I thought. 
I noticed her a little,
him a little more
because, of course
I always notice the obstacle
first.

Then somehow she finds me.

A letter, a call and six weeks later
we sat together 
on a quiet bench
in a little park
in a small town 
in California. 

I felt nervous, as though something was missing.
The obstacle, perhaps. 

I do well against obstacles.

But there was none this time, or so I thought.

It was just her, me, and the truth of my life.

And for a moment, for a very brief, very unobstructed pure moment,
I’d forgotten about the obstacle.

Then I remembered.

It was just her, me, and the truth of my

life.

 

Copyright © 2005 Steven Hoadley

Also by Steven Hoadley on SoMa Literary Review:
 

The Life and Daily Death of Sam Mackie

Episode One: Thoroughly Bad James

Episode Two: Even Jesus Farted
Episode Three: A Love Story

Episode Four: Dave's Dementia

Episode Five: The Last Straw

Bedtime, Barbra Streisand can Shove Her Memories up Her Ass
A Midnight Poem That Had to be Written Before Sleep Could Be Had, One Year
Sunday Morning Coffee, The Rejection, A Reason to Move, The San Ramon War Protest, 86'd Again, Youth, Denny's, Karma, Suffering of an Idiot & Poem for all Western Civilization