My neighbor has lost himself
he looks for himself
day and night
he is lost
the man who lives across the street
he comes out his front door
and stands arms
outstretched
moaning his name
calling himself
pleading with me to find him
to look
up and down the block
for a boy at dusk
on a bike
or a child skipping
home from school
he says
I am lost and my
mother has gone into
the wind
leaving great green splashes
of morning on the
purple sky
and she has lost me
left me
left me here
on this small lawn
with the dawn heaving
toward me
a boy in a big old body
open and gaping
my soul sees a glimpse
of her back melt
green and warm and
dimly she holds nothing for me
but this one moment on
the grass
on a bright fall morning
with trees
grinning
and a black squirrel
watching me
grope toward
my
self