Variations II

by Marcella

I sat at work and read poems today:
Atwood, Collins, some guy named Bruce*
They wrote of travel through sleep, distant moons and the sweet white brilliance
of truly knowing
I sat at work and drifted across the page, the screen, the day
And I thought of you
I’m not sure if you believe me
when I tell you I love listening to you talk
about books or work or your past loves
But I do
And I’m not sure that you believe me
when I tell you it’ll be up to you
But for now none of that matters
Because I know
that for every time I’ve looked up at the moon
its icy brilliance reassuring
And wondered
I know now that I’ve been wondering about you