CALL ME BELOVED

I think that I could be a better man,
but it’s hard to tell when
you only answer to yourself, when
you are judge and jury, and
the courtroom is the cold walk home
dodging cars and streetlights, or
the overgrown hedges that grab your coat,
spinning you round to point accusing fingers – so
hold me accountable, branches,
haunt me on my cold walk home.

2015 Poem-A-Week 01: January 1 – January 7