Are You Somewhere?

for Isaac


I’m sending
a homeless
man with a
shopping cart
poems about emptiness.

“Are you somewhere

“On the outside.
I’m crying and you’re
sending me yellow faces.”

I am somewhere at odd hours
Listening to the furnace kick
And a coffee pot
gurgle and hiss.
Isn’t that our difference-

I carry hope like a young
heart does heat.
And you dropped
yours in a gutter,  knowing better.