I’ve no claim on brilliance
Though it may visit me, I don’t
Expect the mystical meandering
To come my way.

I don’t see explosions
Of passion on the horizon,
Sleepless nights of lust and
Dreams.

The world can keep its quiet
Since it loves it so
I won’t threaten to pluck
Miracles from its mist.

No, I don’t want majesty
The adornment of this dreary in
Gold
A monument above this little all

But rather I seek
For the length of a heartbeat
Those chance moments where
I turn, and find you sitting there.

9.XI.24