and comforting words sustain you.
Drunkenness can’t relieve such loss.
Sleep only postpones it.
You’re a traveler stranded
You can neither settle
where you’ve been dropped off,
nor embark for the next stop.
You trudge like someone exhausted,
as if you’ve just recovered from a fever.
Your suitcase is far too heavy,
your currency useless.
Be patient as salt and watch
how time mixes perfume and ashes.
Bill Wolak has just published his tenth book
of poetry entitled The Lover’s Body with
Recently, he was a featured poet at
The Hyderabad Literary Festival. Mr.
Wolak teaches Creative Writing at William
Paterson University in New Jersey.