Posts by Jonathan Gonzalez
Never again
24 hours is almost enough
time to catch your breath,
assess the room,
grab your keys from the floor.
24 hours is enough
time to remember the route,
map out the area,
shut down the road.
24 hours is more than enough
time to stare at your reflection,
shake your head and say
“Never again.”
80
In this city I don’t recognize,
a prize sails through the streets
that lie underneath a lonely night.
My eyes have yet to wander
from who stares at me
with big bright eyes.
18 but it feels like 80.
Hard to rest when I’m
wishing you home.
18 but it feels like 80.
This is a first
and I hope it’s a last.
Unnatural
We are all the same,
seeking want over need.
A reckless desire to push
through a seemingly endless crowd
without ever a thought to look back
and pick up those we knock down.
Get there
Often when I sleep
my mind resembles my eyes.
But my days are laced
with dreams I see.
Audible.
Imagined
but audible,
still.
But woven with potential
and promising wants.
Complete possibilities,
Complete desires.
If you were just a grain of sand, I’d still find you
This is merely our feet in the water
of a river that will move faster
than we can grasp.
It is a California roll
at an empty stop sign intersection,
and our road ahead forms a deep triangle.
I see them every day,
and I know you do too,
but I also see you.
Taking over, on top.
They’re not ready
for all of the power you possess.
The Light
I’m looking forward to looking back,
but the realism has yet to settle.
The time to reminisce
will come in time.
Instead, I push forward like
a wrecking ball against bricks.
The reason for my lack of disregard
is transcribed in every work.
It’s because I know a light awaits me
in a place my hands cannot reach
and my eyes cannot see,
waiting for me to turn it on.
And only I will know the distance
it will take for me to arrive.
My endless imagination will work wonders,
while my tireless legs continue to move.
And only I will know when I am there
and I will share the light with everyone.
Trust in Me
Maybe, but I always want more
It’s always a rare moment
when held speechless.
But that is where I am today
and yesterday, and probably tomorrow.
Electrodes have yet to go off
in this brain of mine.
Doc Brown has yet
to get struck.
But I know it will.
Every inch of work,
every typed letter,
every question asked.
Every tear, every smile,
every stressed moment,
every fight, every embrace.
Does this mean I’ve finally made it?
Mine
You are my four walls,
my door and my bed.
You are the front steps
I take into comfort.
My dear, you are
my mirror, who I look right into.
You are my faucet when
I wash my hands clean.
Love, you are my backyard,
where I spread my arms wide.
You are my window that
lets in air to cool me.
Doll, you are my blanket
that keeps me warm.
Wherever you are
is where I call home.
V.A.A.
Every day I wait
perfectly impatiently
for the welcoming home
we will build.
I wonder about their faces,
and what will drive them,
while they play peacefully
in the grass.
I will look at you
and say how happy I am
that we accomplished
all we said we would.
I know this because
a smile catches my lips
by merely the thought
of this dream.