I want a cocktail

but there’s no booze in the house

I haven’t gone to the liquor store

I’m trying to be good

so I open the bottle of 

Sauvignon Blanc in the refrigerator

just a glass to 

get me through the night

I listen to the voices of poets

sweet sad sounds that pull me

hold me, cradle me in their

rich ecstasy

I only want this

and nothing more

Do you hear that sound in the distance?

I want it to be the wind 

but it is only the distant roar

of cars on a road

I never can locate that road

but I know there is a never-ending race

those who are trying to get somewhere

fast 

I don’t want to go fast

I want to linger for countless hours

in those stolen moments

detached from daily life

retreating further and further away

each day, blurring into the next