Peopling

I peopled today
Peopling is hard
When it subtracts
And doesn’t enhance

I tried to conjour the nurse
When health became the discourse
But the nurse is gone

I tried to retrieve
Shared memories
But that past is gone

At one point
I dissociated completely
As my peopler became
Overwhemed digging
Digging for conversation

Perhaps my days of
Polite peopling are over
And small talk about doings
Are to be avoided
I don’t care about doings.

I don’t care how far you swam But how deep you dove
And how that velvety darkness
Is now your home
And silence your best friend

At this late date– Peopling must be poetry
A dance of kindred souls Not an aimless devouring Of my finite minutes.

(c) 2021 bjbeyers