Nowhere Near Done Poem

It’s amazingly peaceful as memory
Us
On a raft

Cautious steps down Charleston streets
White dresses to twirl in, mirror assurance
Flaws, sweaty palms
But nothing
To break our hand-hold
Tight

Somewhere before a line that was crossed was peace from a battle
Calm born of gunsmoke
A hypnotizing swirl silent as it pulls us under
No lovers embrace
Just a head touch
A second guess
To break our hand-hold
Tight

And jubilee in the midst of profound hurt
The reunion of sorts
where nothing was the same
would EVER
be the same
again

Sometimes there are parades in my head
Now, if I’m alone, well, then it’s reality
But in the middle of the day
When something goes right
The committee gets together and says
We need to throw a party

at that point in time you could conjure up a tornado
glare at me with hate
rain on my parades
and i would still want to dance