Poet, Adjusted
I'm saddened by the news
that your new life is working out
that the woman you're with understands
and has time for you and wants to spend time
with your mother
That your work is going well and that
Men of Letters have reviewed your work
and that accolades are in the mail
That your children now seek you out for advice
that neighbors drop by with drinks in hand
that the offer you made for the little place by the lake
was accepted last week
I wish you miserable in some crappy loft
waist deep amid the divorce papers
the final friendly letters that precede
legal action, the empties and crusts
cascades of envelopes unopened
I wish you perched on a window sill in the dawn light
pen in hand writing furiously your way out
or the way back in, your poems bearing
the clarity of light that comes only from
the edge of a precipice, toes extending
into space, your life
wide like the sun