Travelers Welcome

Travelers Welcome

Sunday, December 9, 2012


by Alan S. Kleiman

I listen with open arms
Baited breath
Inhaling you
Into my lungs
I grate fences like cheese
Mushrooms run from my visage
Be careful or you could end up like a chimney at noon
But put your fear in your hat
And pull it down on your earlobe
before kidney patches don’t recognize you any more

I know you so well your smell smells of home
When colors return and you flash your calfs and tease with your thighs exposed
I’ll be in the dory
By the river
Counting my fingers
And the hairs on my head
Rounding to the nearest hundred

1 comment:

  1. Poignant poem, gives me a feeling of solitude and separation that is moving, delicate, and strikes deep. A moment of feeling the depth of our separation from one another, the way we are all in our own boats, encased and adrift in our own thoughts and feelings.