NO HASTA LA VISTA

I keep looking back
Thinking
Something back there
May leak
Into this present reality
But it hasn’t.

Like me
Picking up the phone
And hearing your voice
On the other end
Telling me
What you like best
And it is
In this time,
And in this place.

No need to be righteous.
No protected armor.
No inflated egos.
No critical analysis.
No regrets
Of exposure
Or not.
No guarded conversations
That leave us
Wanting more,
And take the place
Of our communicating
The way we do best.

Our eyes are wide open
And we can see
Straight through to our hearts
That wonder
What has taken us so long?

Delores Nochi Cooper
©2000