Thomas J. Erickson
I am an attorney in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, and often write or think about writing poems while I'm sitting in court. My chapbook, The Lawyer Who Died in the Courthouse Bathroom, was published by Parallel Press (University of Wisconsin Libraries) in 2013. I am a member of the Hartford Avenue Poets in Milwaukee.
The Floating Man
Tonight I am in a mist. I barely know what’s what.
It started during a trial. I was sitting there listening to the DA’s
opening statement when I started floating about the courtroom,
over the judge, the jurors, the bailiffs, my client, the victim’s family
wearing matching shirts with his super-imposed photo.
I could even see me— whispering to my client, taking notes,
staring into space. I looked tired and I needed a haircut.
The next time I floated, I was at a baseball game with my two
sons. They were still pretty little. I let them climb
to the top row of the upper deck. I drifted way up to keep
an eye on them.
Far above the stadium, I could see the arc of the fly ball that fell
to the glove of the outfielder with such regret,
I would have kept going if they hadn’t pulled me back
©2015 Thomas J. Erickson