She Gets Me Going

She Definitely Gets Me Going

Otherwise I'd be staying

probably minding my own behavior

since there's enough of that to go

around and come back again

without going anywhere really

not so much a spinning of wheels

as a weaving and re-weaving

an undoing to delay completion

I suppose a waiting because they're

in the vestibule the concerned

citizens the hallway the portico

the front deck you can hear their

conversations in passing feel their

elbows jutting angling like rooftops

giving inquisitive and frankly generally

couldn't care less looks the sort that

confuse lesser mortals but I've got

the ticket you know sorry if this

offends or makes you nervous or worse

something out of my control thank god

jealous poor you if that's the case

but rubber meets the road here my

friend because she gets me going

in definite ways ways that can be

defined in radial far-flung spokes

in the itinerary soul-dazzling star-

bursts reaching the known edges

of the world that's going

wouldn't you say? that's gone

my friend definitely long so long

the birds might be marbled godwits

or apapani goodness and gray-green

coastal granite infused with soapstone

or jagged a'a ooh-ooh dashes and

hyphens leading and poking each

word along each syllable in the going

and the getting and the defining

after all it's a parallel universe my

friend she gets me and me she gets

in a frisbee-boomerang sort of

lopsided spinning kind of way

gasps from the bystanders and

grunts of approval disapproval

from other passengers the turning

long-playing gold record mounted

like a museum piece with the song

always crooning in rising cadences

hardly a skip of the needle

louder and more insistent

I can hear it now Frank

Sinatra doing The Best

Is Yet to Come