That Diner Girl

 

Entwined in conversation on this excursion.

It comes around like a lone knock on the door

Someone who connects in an instant and for hours

Who can ask for anything more?

 

Hands and eyes and coffee cups

Soulmates from a trace of memory.

Nothing to define,

Just a moment of brightness

in the movement of time.

 

I’ll be your diner girl

You’ll never forget

Peace of mind lost in conversation

No need for any other distraction

To find this elevation.

 

We breathe with the expanse of sky

Until we have to say goodbye.

 

I’ll be your diner girl

Fill you up with the brightness

Fill you up like a coffee cup running on empty.

No need for a booth or bar.

Happy with us as we are.

 

Years go by, but in a moment,

We hear each other’s voices

When you hear my call

I will always send you my all.

 

I’ll be your diner girl

A spark of joy

To your troubled day.

Wish we could talk for a few more hours,

But already we are stuck for time.

 

Entwined in conversation on this excursion.

It comes around like a lone knock on the door.

Someone who connects in an instant and for hours

Who can ask for anything more?

-Sonja J. Johnston 30-April-2021

When Things Change

Check what you’re doing; braying at your life.
You’re on the side-line looking at your wife.
The years seem to have gotten sucked down the drain;
followed by the rage and then the silence.
All is done but never forgiven.
A ride is an escape from your duties.
You removed your breath from the family ties.
All the doubts you have made; all the faults built-up

Making a fool of this circumstance
that time never resolved. The thing never forgiven.
You try to leave it, but the tremor piles up in layers

Pick a number, stand in line.

She shows her tears.
There’s no band-aid for the family you abandoned
Your stature proven wrong and the shadow you left behind

are the proofing from the vision of the words you never gave.

Sonja J. Johnston 5-Apr-2021

Bonds

 

Once we were nudes,

Rippling in the wind,

Broadcasting to the universe

With hands entwined holding in.

 

Now we operate by distant mental code

Holding families in faraway abodes.

 

Still, I remember that luxury of knowing you from lifetimes ago.

The grandeur of our step like swans with necks curled up.

Runing our youthful steps in woolen coats through the snow.

Small symbolic gestures, treasure boxes, of indigo and yellow.

 

The days to come bring offerings of memories never to extinguish

In times of anguish the theme of these moments will vine and tether.

More than a love,

A shell unbroken, hallowed even in flight

To our forecasted destinies.

Painted and nested in our sleepy visions late in the night.

 

Hold it in and hold it close

Don’t lose it in times of need

As it glows the most honest of self

Mirror reflecting soul brother, soul sister.

 

-Sonja J Johnston 31-Mar-2021