So Find Meaning

James Croal Jackson

in the blue diner
we laughed
made something meaningful

but how you puckered
your lips
didn’t mean you need

I am
trying to make my way
down High street
without kicking every red hydrant
I walk by

without drowning in wish
finding meaning in every stop
every green light
turned red

I’m finding out greasy fries
aren’t made to be shared
they clump
onto the salty plate

every intersection
is just an intersection
avoiding cars

every passing honk
is for you

I was not made
to philosophize

mean nothing
until spoken