Looking for a ray of hope
yesterday I found a cookie
steeped in the aromas that escape the chocolate factory and
float down sweetly as I walk, nose up, the long way home.
Today, I find words don’t compare
and don’t waste time on them
That would be silly
sillier than believing a son of Hans could
scoot me off to the Dominican and give me rest
between two coconut palms, where I
am displaced only by that warm wet energy
whose tip foams and flows over toes to kiss
ankles and make my insides melt.