the strange loneliness of the present

HouseofMystery17

Jeff Buckley: Woke Up In A Strange Place /live acoustic
After Making Love
by Stephen Dunn


No one should ask the other
"What were you thinking?"

No one, that is,
who doesn't want to hear about the past

and its inhabitants,
or the strange loneliness of the present

filled, even as it may be, with pleasure
or those snapshots

of the future, different heads
on different bodies.

Some people actually desire honesty.
They must never have broken

into their own solitary houses
after having misplaced the key,

never seen with an intruder's eyes
what is theirs.

Poem via Riese