Wednesday, September 11, 2019

Chaotic Journeys

Looking out the RV window watching bear 
In the quiet of the northern summer night 
where there is too much light to sleep and 
we imagine there’s no place like home

It’s been a year since your fall down
a muddy bank at low tide the channel
was rank; rotting seaweed and fish
like the toilet in the corner of the garage

conversations in my head leave me
wondering about heaven and hell
“we need butter” he said, “there’s some 
in the freezer” the response. I glance

out the window, feel a twinge caused by 
an earring I took it off her writing desk. 
she’d often slip them off and rub gently.
In my dreams, I saved her maroon lobes