in the beer garden

i tell you
not about my day
my day is banal, not worth mention
i tell you about the glowing lines of my dream
you had written to me
something i read, but now cannot remember

the tarot is the two of cups
and i can breathe again
i'm sorry, i say
that i'm so wicked tangled
i'd like to be the glowing golden maiden, sometimes
but you're not exactly a straight line either
and maybe that's part of the reason
i find you so wildly attractive

you make me angry sometimes, you say
i don't understand why you pull away

yes you do, i chide you gently
of course you do
both because you pull away yourself
and because
really
you must understand the position
or really
maybe range of positions
that i find myself

and, anyway
once i realized you were generous
a fairly recent bit of knowledge
i thought of a very likely scenario for that thing
which i can't tell you about
but which
if you don't have to help me understand
then
i think i get some major leeway too
that's fair right

so
now our meeting place in dreamland is less stark
does it have waitresses
or do we belly up to the bar
i liked the wildness of the campfire
but
it's been almost seven years
and
i could stand a good drink

is there entertainment

and what kind of beer garden is it

is it at a festival
where all manner of crazy people might wander through
or
is it a more serious place
with artists and thinkers
to spread the horizons

and
maybe
you have no idea what i'm thinking
no idea how this all turns out
embrace it
the certainty and uncertainty are both the destiny we weave