back at the glow

in the dream
there were several
hikes back down
and one back up
it was deserty-mountainy
with prairie off to the side/past the ridge
creatures out there in herds
and on the last descent
i begin in the dark lacking headlamp
and am surprised to find myself
back at the glow of house
in no time
where we (i don’t know who) tea-make
and late night chat
tho none of us feel capable of reflecting
on our days
_______

kitchen double-timer busted (or unbatteried)
i compensate with a watch
set for the pot on the left and
and wind-up timer
set for the pot on the right
_______

one could call what i’m doing
in this kitchen (with the kale/collard leaves
and hot water bath and cold water bath)
processing greens
one could also call it
navigating the heartcave
(scanning words/events
reevaluating shared space/time
taking myself back to various theres
questioning my choices of choices and actions
seeking the clearest of clarities

all while my body is here)
_______
punch of grief encountered
in unexpected places
for example: a glimpse in a video of two pals
beach-play piggy-back ride
(how piggy back was a favored
mode of transportation)
_______

fish collisions with my feet and
nibbling on my side i
call out then laugh
in surprise
flashbacking to the boat-leaping carp
perhaps overstocked trish suggests
_______

nina and i
pond-lounging
me laughing all over the place
at her moving her mouth
exaggeratedly to imitate
a certain kind of american
(“howwww ahr yeeehw hohneeee?
whaht ahhhr yewhhh doohing?
whare ahhr yooouh frohhm?”)

_______
2015, year of  let’s not talk about:
the wheat
the dent corn
the pintos
the tomatoes and cukes
(though summer squash is ample and therefore safe territory)
_______

like when a kid hits their friend
and then is schocked/surprised
by their friend expressing the hurt/pain
i say to trish the unexpectedness
_______

as if some sequinning
has been shaved off
akin to amputation
a shine no longer

_______

sunset silhouette of two kittens
wrestling atop
clothesline pole perch

_______

tumbling around in a
sea of grief i say wondering
when is it prematurely quitting/giving up
and when is it making a really tough
but caring/loving/best for both of us choice
to leave
_______

two small frogs perched
on bottom pane
hunting all the small bugs
drawn to loft window light

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