In the Morning You Were Gone

On summer days, we played in the fields and hid from him under the cover of big trees In winter, distance forced him into silence Spring, brought us the promise of fresh captivity and the protection of a wish But in the fall, when our sheets could feel the mocking of his laughter We listened—to something that only you could hear You smiled at me, as I tried to guard the bed against my fear and hold you tightly against my chest … but by morning you were gone And as I lay beside your still and quiet body, feeling the coldness of your disappearing shadow I thank the trees, the distance, and the spring's promise, for once loving you and I (West Philadelphia: 1972, From 'An Anthology Of Perception' Vol. #1)