Poem – Right Now I Call It Love

Right Now, I Call It Love


I think of you

And my wrist watch begins to howl

Like the last angry wolf

In a bad cartoon.

This is no cat and dog fight

With punctuation marks in

Dialogue balloons.


There is a pin and we are stuck.

You are going through a difficult time.

It feels like you are sailing an ocean cruiser

Through a tunnel

And I am running ahead stringing flash bulbs

That go off after you have passed.

My Australian crawl is improving daily.

You keep changing blindfolds.

Simplicity is a small town in Brazil.


I meditate, drink Diet Pepsi, say things

Behind the wheel of my car

That Theologians could not catalogue.

I miss you at night. I miss you

At the damnedest moments of the day.


It is a hobby few are cultivating.

When I understand everything

I will give it a new name.

Right now, I call it love.

Everything will be all right. 

My dogs tell me this.

They know everything.

My friend, the orange cat,

Knows them personally.


In an earlier life, I was his cat.

And he was a zen buddhist monk

Or the most beautiful woman

With red hair and I would watch

The men try to love her.




Author: William J. Gibson

62 year old - writer/photographer Canadian, survived open heart surgery, received kidney transplant, sometimes dour, sometimes amusing, over six feet in height, severely follicle challemged

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