Solstice Morning
On the morning of solstice
I awoke
with a sore throat and a dream
you were leaving.
At first handing me
a cardboard jewelry box
with silver dimes made into earrings
and a single smooth white stone.
You then showed me
the kitchen shelves
you restocked with antique plates
and a milk glass cake stand.
But you were behind
a glass wall
manically dancing in
what looked like
a sheet wrapped like
a diaper around your waist.
I couldn’t touch your hand.
And then you came to me
on a wooded road
stripped of leaves
late fall and gray.
Wearing a maroon wool jacket
glasses, clean cut,
you were calm
a backpack over one shoulder
and you said to me
you were leaving.
Savannah, Ga
Sitting on the porch and fighting a cold
22 December 2015
4:15 pm
On the morning of solstice
I awoke
with a sore throat and a dream
you were leaving.
At first handing me
a cardboard jewelry box
with silver dimes made into earrings
and a single smooth white stone.
You then showed me
the kitchen shelves
you restocked with antique plates
and a milk glass cake stand.
But you were behind
a glass wall
manically dancing in
what looked like
a sheet wrapped like
a diaper around your waist.
I couldn’t touch your hand.
And then you came to me
on a wooded road
stripped of leaves
late fall and gray.
Wearing a maroon wool jacket
glasses, clean cut,
you were calm
a backpack over one shoulder
and you said to me
you were leaving.
Savannah, Ga
Sitting on the porch and fighting a cold
22 December 2015
4:15 pm
