The Harbor Buoy

You are telling me
what is missing…

It is nothing new,
just the beginning
of a conversation
women have wanted
to have with men
since God knows when…

--I don’t defend myself, just listen,
holding you, till you
begin to cry…

Sometimes it is better
to just hold steady
& make rhythmic
soundings
deep in the chest

For I want to be
the harbor buoy
meeting you

when you sail off

& come back in