Ode to 'The Beginning'

Through the cacophony,
Interspersed with the voices of others,
I heard yours call out to me so clearly,
One I hadn't heard in seemingly forever,
And though 'twas only my name you bellowed,
It immobilised me, still,
For few voices are warmer than a meadow,
Awash in the light of summer crepuscule --
I turned round to be addressed,
By which time you'd already turned and run,
I knew then my pursuit of you I had to arrest...
And let you live your life without interruption.


- Kevin Waring

Together Bound

School and work keeps her busy--
A twosome with whom I cannot compete...
Sometimes I wish I could be the items she counts in inventory,
Just to be within arms' reach;
Or the computer she uses to type essays,
Then, I would always require her attention,
Her eyes transfixed to my display,
Like it offered a glimpse in to the Kingdom of Heaven...
Perhaps the pencil she uses to create,
Astonishing works of art,
Together bound for however long it takes,
Until that final mark...
Together bound...
until...


- Kevin Waring