November 23, 1978
12:15 p.m .
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"A Thanksgiving Prayer 1978" Cathy poem At times I feel everything is perfect
A beautiful morning makes me want to
burst into song
(like in the movies)
I get that feeling like I used to back in
college when I'd drive down the freeway
after classes thinking - this is it - the
catharsis - me and my my machine - alone - together
winding down the ribbon of asphalt -
nothing to mess up my thinking -
total control...
I can reach out and hug strangers
on the street - I feel like
SCREAMING
"I'm alive - can you feel it?"
And at times like this I miss you most.
Then
At times I feel like the world
doesn't
want me around -
A friendly compliment makes me mad
I feel everybody is playing the game
of MindF**k -
I lash out at people - objects - ideas -
situations
I'd punch the mirror if it would hurt
me -
And at times like this you
always
seem to be around
I'm okay
I'm not crying now (well, hardly)
It's a beautiful day
And I view a verdant field
- and you and I are in the picture
Caressing each other with our dreams
And comforting each other with
our desires.
If only
If only
If only I could open up all the time
And feel like it's all right
then I wouldn't worry too much
about your leaving
The problem is with my conception -
I warp it all the time to please
myself
There are only a few clouds
rimming the horizon
The sky is a brilliant blue
The birds singe innocently
I'll see you again
And I'll counter your smile with my own
You are a separate being
Because you're a human spirit
And I love you for that
Too.
Thank you Cathy
Thank you world.
copyright 2006 Michael F. Nyiri
