sometimes a friend takes your hand in the dark...

Song for Connie

BY BILL BERKSON

The sun met the moon at the corner

           noon in thin air

Commotion you later

           choose to notice

Love shapes the heart

           that once was pieces

You take in hand

           the heart in mind

Your fate’s consistent

           alongside mine

Unless a mess

           your best guess

That is right, thanks, the intimate

           fact that you elect it

At corners, dressed or naked, with lips taste        

           full body, time thick or thin, fixated

Love, take heart

           as heart takes shape

And recognition

           ceases to be obscure

One line down the center

           another flying outward enters

Bill Berkson, "Song for Connie" from Portrait and Dream: New and Selected Poems. Copyright © 2009 by Bill Berkson.  Reprinted by permission of Coffee House Press.