As long as you stay
dancing about the house
still sleepy in your negligee,
sipping sweetly on espresso
to bring yourself to life,
“I want to wake myself
up with you,”
I will bring you there
languid arms stretch toward
the sky, light peering
coyly through the blinds, leaving
softly, a kiss:
There is more morning to be tasted,
for the rain of the day
to spread honeyed life
across the earthy bottoms
of your bare feet
Since I met you, let you climb aboard
the wagon to where I am going,
I have succumbed to illness.
I haven’t bothered to research dysentery,
nor have I the banknote to session
with a medic to diagnose my maladies.
I offered to locals my oxen,
dropped forty pounds from my load,
and sister Hester died of snakebite
hundreds of miles back
(you buried her and all your sympathy
in all the dry, dust earth)
in a town that would not bargain
wagon tongue for wagon wheel
with this poor carpenter;
We live on meager rations.
If we run out of bullets,
I hope, from our wagon deck,
we might watch the cattle, the swift geese,
the cajoling bunnies, and slowly sit,
scorning the road ahead.
We tried to ford the river, float
like beavers across the Mississippi,
but it seems we’ve been plagued,
all our oxen drowned.
Yellow-eyed and thirsty, we are stranded.
Still, I feel surely, I will live a life
of feverish joy with you.
I’d like to introduce you to some poetry I have been working on, and feeling, at least in some small way, rather proud of. Discovering my own voice among the bajillions of talented writers [an actual statistic] has been an incredible journey, and I hope only to continue to capture all of the shapeless, formless moments that instill in us contentment, joy, terror, fear, wonder, awe, and all the other unbelievable feelings and stories we gather every day.
I welcome sensitive and constructive kinds of feedback, and hope that you’ll let me into your world of creative thinking, too!