4.
He will want–a sweater for the evening–
milking the cows, feeding the cats
the morning–eggs and toast
the routine breaking apart
She lived in———-
THIS IS A JAIL–I want to—
freedom of movement
It is a grazy day–
on the coast, the clouds condense
red sliding, white shudders
He was there for so long,
then gone—
the soft-sided bags expand, take on new forms
wandering in the forest, alone
5.
Open on the bed–collecting cast-aways
searching the familiar–
his name always on the surface,
the air, motionless, afraid.
Your children becom– strangers
that night, twenty years ago, when he———
keys falling from hands
blank stare
You are going inward, inhabiting—-
this body, never comforted
you live——–?
the sight brings joy, immediate
coming from far away
this place, unfamiliar
Sanctuary Healing Gardens 