For Josef - Content Enough Poem by Warren Falcon

Beneath each eye there's some familiar look we refuse
We map our way to sleep in the palms of shy or frightened hands
- Norman Nightingale



for Josef - tightrope walker, dancer, eye glancer where I once and forever fell continually onto soft landings. My demands are over. I find you now in clover beds behind the Metropolitan, Temple of Dendor overlooking our search for the rare four-leaved still-common flower. You are uncommon always to me. I am the grateful commoner once supplicant at your heart's many chambered door. I am content enough.