Your Phase, Your Face

Come back on Tuesday
I'll see your smile
and by this time
next week you'll be
my Cheshire Cat
once more.

I've known well those
who spend their lives
never knowing, never
questing, sastisfied
with their inertia,
their progressive
vegetation.

How very "potted plant"
of them to swear up
and down that there is
no inspiration to be
found across the dark
opening of that world,
worlds they shake their
heads at, turning away.

But I'm watching the
skies again and see that
you have disappeared
from tonight's canvas,
knowing that I'll see
your face again by
month's end.