Song for Connie
By Bill Berkson
The sun met the moon at the corner
noon in thin air
Commotion you later
choose to notice
Love shapes the heart
that once was pieces
You take in hand
the heart in mind
Your fate’s consistent
alongside mine
Unless a mess
your best guess
That is right, thanks, the intimate
fact that you elect it
At corners, dressed or naked, with lips taste
full body, time thick or thin, fixated
Love, take heart
as heart takes shape
And recognition
ceases to be obscure
One line down the center
another flying outward enters
Copyright Credit: Bill Berkson, "Song for Connie" from Portrait and Dream: New and Selected Poems. Copyright © 2009 by Bill Berkson. Reprinted by permission of Coffee House Press.
Source: Portrait and Dream: New and Selected Poems (Coffee House Press, 2009)