July 9th, 1978
6:45 a.m. 
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"What Happens Now??" Cathy poem
The rut's lasted two years - (like the old sailor who
returns to land and can't stand up) I find that
I really can't get back in touch - and
Maybe when I want to - I find it doesn't matter
As long as I'm thinking of you.
The poetry is an escape
My dreams and dusts encounter
Visions in the words -
However, these words are meaningless
without you.
The themes which (as I recount, all
made sense once) were abundant
Now cease to appear
or else they crowd to the back of my head
And on a bright sunny day
When I should be out
having fun
I'm
sitting at home
waiting for the mail to arrive
so I can hear from you -
The mail arrives - I read a card
predated by a week and the postmark
is England and there's pictures
of Queens on the stamps an you
say - Having fun - but not the wish
you were here.
The sun rivets her rays earthward
and children laugh as they
careen their bigwheels to the
bottom of the hill
and I look out at the green plush grass
and the billowing clouds and the
life which populates out existences
and I cry as I think of you and
try to "drown my love in beer" and
say who cares?
When I want to be cynical
I can't
and
"What
Happens
Now
?
MFN poem for CJD
copyright 2001 Michael F. Nyiri
