a single hair

i picked a hair, a dame’s, for sure

in my oatmeal this morning

as i was about to pour water

and stir with some sweetener

making my breakfast, a poem to enjoy!

i remembered, those days, for my mother

it was only i, among her five boys

somehow found her hair in my meals!

ex-spouse of 35 years too have protested!

and now, i talk to this woman, also about

what we will do in bed, but only in cyber

when via camera, she walks into my kitchen

© henry victor             07.01.2018

woman in my life

just nearer to my grave i pause
to raise the issue and to reflect
on answers registered
carefully in my mind

the question, then, is this:
do i now need a woman
in my life, that last lap to run
to sleep well before i sleep in peace

this matter my heart
has never before quested
not, at least, very consciously, granting
freely, that space for a woman in my life

* Photograph by Kendra Lee.