We embraced, there in the parking lot
of the ordinary.
How could I know your arms were arguing last things?
Your cheek in my hair.
For a moment I pressed against you. Goodbyes can be vast.
In a breath, we traded lives. I didn't know
you were a cliff I had reached the edge of.
Your touch echoed.
I simply followed it like song.
First published in How to Get Heat Without Fire, 1996; reprinted in Packing Light: New and Selected Poems, Black Widow Press, 2009.
Set to music by Tom Cipullo ("How to Get Heat Without Fire") and then by Melanie Mitrano; available for downloads on ITunes, at Melanie Mitrano's website, CD Baby.
Causes Marilyn Kallet Supports
Southern Poverty Law Center, US Holocaust Memorial Museum, ACLU, Amnesty International, Save Darfur.