Two poems by Michael C. Seeger

I Wait

It’s heavier here now

Since you left.

Like a miracle; Wow!

See: Bereft.

I have in my hand words

From a book;

An empty sky holds birds

As I look.

Slowly the past recedes,

Timelessly

Emptied, as the mind reads

Watchfully.

Hardened understanding

Changes us

In our views; Birds landing

Make a fuss.

It’s dark where sunlight fell;

You are late.

Silent as a cancer cell,

I wait.

Transience

I found in a book some leaves

I had picked up from a road

one rainy day last fall. I could

not bear to let their beauty lie

there on the cold, wet ground,

waiting to disintegrate under

the wheels of oblivious drivers.

I tried to save them from their

transience,

             as we all have tried

in similar ways to save ourselves

from time. It is nearly Spring,

but these leaves, like memories, 

say to me, again, how fleeting

everything is.

                   And that no one

can stop, not for a moment, the

constant flow and inexorable

passage of life.

MICHAEL C. SEEGER is a poet and educator residing in the Coachella Valley near Palm Springs, California. Prior to his life as a middle school English instructor, he worked as a technical writer for a baseball card company and served as a Marine infantry officer during Desert Storm.  He considers poetry a passion and writing generally a way of life. Michael’s poems have only recently been published, though he’s written many and stands ready to embrace the opportunity of being so honored.