Blackout
candle lit windows
on the way to Rodanthe
fending off the night
–
the fire’s glow-
darkness
at my back
candle lit windows
on the way to Rodanthe
fending off the night
–
the fire’s glow-
darkness
at my back
changing directions
deciding my journey starts
were the pavement ends
–
a cold wind-
stepping out
onto thin ice
intently watching
as the castle in the sky
slowly drifts apart
–
drifting snow-
together leading
separate lives
perfectly flat stones
skipping on a gentle arc
across the water
–
a quiet splash-
willow branches
touch the water
on this lonesome road
my only legacy the
footprints in the dust
–
empty shells-
ocean waves
wash the shore
high above the clouds
all my worries down below
so far behind me
–
steaming tarmac-
a double rainbow
delays our flight
streaks of wispy clouds
paint dry brushed on the canvas
of the evening sky
–
shadows of trees-
crickets by
my open window
dwelling in the past-
bricked up in this house of pain
my arm, my jailer
–
a wasp’s sting-
repeated lies
no longer told
stalled at the crossroads
the future hinging upon
a stranger’s kindness
–
canna lilies-
the hummingbird
indecisive
acrid smoke rising
the ruins of our marriage
burned and smoldering
–
twilight-
our wedding vows
worn and tarnished