Last Poem Of An Evening

Yes, the last poem always starts

with yes.

I’m sorry we have to start with yes

at the end of the evening…the rest

was much more interesting.

But, yes is where we start, even if it’s 

the end because we know there will be

another beginning…

..in the morning maybe, no, yes, always

when you get up, whenever that is…

whatever shock, maybe even just knowing

that you can’t sleep anymore…

..and you have to get up, wanting to be in

bed forever.

And your life goes on, even though you’re

not certain you can remember who you are.