All the letters I never sent

(after Bob Kaufman)

American Sonnet - All the letters I never sent
(after Bob Kaufman)

All the letters I never sent, poems written but only shared
With special friends who dig the cut of my jib –
I warehouse them (most but not all) on blogs
Stashed across the internets.

All the morning walks I stopped taking after my fall,
From fear, misplaced perhaps, that I might get stuck
Somewhere off a beaten path where no one could hear
My pleas and groans.

All the lies I never told because I never felt the need
To misrepresent, to be anybody or anything other
Than my own true self.

I still fall in love too easily, so I’m told – but there’s always
A link, a connection worth tracing, a node
In a complex network where we can meet.

And yes, I still get seasick – the surface is no place
For lovers to hang out. Once we reach
The dive point and submerge the ride gets smoother.