MARC CARVER - POEMS
Why do I have to write
I never asked to be a writer
someone who had to watch people all the time
sometimes they used to do unexpected things
but not often
but when they did I always seemed to be there at the right place to say what I saw.
Now they even seem quite happy as they walk around or go for a run or bike ride maybe they are happy about not seeing anybody else just the way I am.
I only found them
because i had to have something to write about
I don't need them at all
I will meet you there
you can be as long as you like
that is where I will be
where the day becomes night and the night becomes day.
It is quiet there
a nice place to wait
I have others to see there
who have waited for me.
So only come when you are ready
When you are sure
When all the birds fly off
for fear the final day has come