by Glen Martin Fitch
Not junk or gestures
you gave me instead
two gracious gifts.
I knew that I could stay
the day I dared
the glare of "Go away!"
and well past patience,
blurting boldly said:
"You needn't utter
all that you believe
or credit blindly
everything you think."
Once spoken,
words are well beyond the brink.
It's my style
just to smile
and nod and leave.
I died of guilt.
But then you offered me
a sacred, private place
inside our house
where I could be myself
and dream and grouse.
While bound and bonded
And yet safe and free,
I sensed your trust when,
letting down your guard,
you offered me
our SHUT THE F-K UP card.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."
Last updated August 23, 2011