Poem #15

I won't be long,
I promised
when all along
I meant
I won't belong

but then we talk
sharing secrets and confidences
in brief exchanges
wondering whether
creativity is actually
a form of mental illness

and we both decide
that, perhaps it is
but we both worry
that we're ill
we remember that we worry
and that if we were ill
we wouldn't worry
wouldn't know
of our own craziness
and take comfort
and somehow
we belong
if only for a moment
to ourselves