The Eddy of Keep

That unrest put some money down on Spring
called me up (used my name) with a list
heavy like the forecast and gray

You're going to have to walk some more
if you want to find all that's been hidden
because now there are a lot of leaves

I wanted to sit longer
and let what was on do me some more
because without it I feel so hollow

That unwant was growing more than predicted
and the consequences were stacked
even when the last play had been made

I kept looking for your meaning
knee deep in what used to be and caught
up in the eddy of keep going

I was holding the salt grinder this morning at the table as we talked
thinking about the Mediterranean Sea and potency and the law
and your eyes that are letting you down slowly as you age

and the fear that keeps you company that used to make so much noise
but now just rides alongside you in the passenger seat
with the name of a messiah or the absence of one

Remember when it used to make sense?
Before the brainworms set in to make their paths cross so near
the hurry of trucks mostly but some cars still want to go too

near the faces that peer out like faces you know
like snatches of meaning that want things that want kittens
and handjobs and hatchets and love when their bodies

fold here here and here and you fit into this crook but not
that one's and when the bed is cold you toss about and listen
to the off key singing pass just under your window

always now late at night where it used to be early in the morning