Little Crazy Love Song by Mary Oliver

I don’t want eventual,
I want soon.
It’s 5 a.m.  It’s noon.
It’s dusk falling to dark.
I listen to music.
I eat up a few wild poems 
while time creeps along
as though it’s got all day.
This is what I have.
The dull hangover of waiting, 
the blush of my heart on the damp grass, 
the flower-faced moon.
A gull broods on the shore 
where a moment ago there were two.
Softly my right hand fondles my left hand 
as though it were you.

~ from Blue Horses (Penguin Press, 2014)