... and Omega

So you've seen the first poem, the Alpha we could say. Here's the Omega, the final poem in the book. It is one of the newest in the collection and one I'm very fond of. It was originally published on another blog here:

http://eightelevenpointfiftyfour.blogspot.com/2010_07_18_archive.html

Enjoy!

Reader,

Lean a little closer, I want

to give you something

soft: a blanket, a wish, a gold

heart-shaped locket.

Few of us are lucky

in love or money, so

think of this as a charm,

a spell cast or a trinket

for your neck or wrist.

You’ve met some

whose bank accounts are bursting,

whose fridge is never

less than full. And, it seems, they

always have a circle of friends

with gleaming glasses raised.

And good for them.

But, more than likely, here’s the secret,

you're like me and I’m like you and

we’re all brokenhearted. Even

the lucky ones. We drink and avoid

the eyes reflected in the glass, laugh

when our hands go unshaken and

make, for the fifth year in a row,

the very same resolutions or

we simply turn toward

the more comfortable dark.

It’s hard to look at gold and see

yourself, but it’s soft and warm and

true, like a blanket and love, and

even if this is as close as we

ever come to meeting,

please take this wish, see it

smile as it shakes your hand. Go on,

open the curtains to the sun and

your delicious brokenheartedness.

Raise your good human face.