Clearing
So much depends on
a few drops of rain above Crawford county
clouds as big as houses explode into being
maliciously circling around the midday sun
while we sit fast awake on another blank Saturday
a picnic in purgatory
you point to some rare bird floating upwards on the wind
as if it means anything at all
.
So much depends on
how we will entertain the breach of our isolation
and suddenly I’m very dizzy
as you laugh into the soft sky
about providence, rhode island
and friends left behind like national monuments
neo-classical and treasured
I listen as the rain falls into our champagne
we should probably gather our things and go now
instead of refusing to acknowledge where we are
and the very uncertain prospect
of the longing
and the longing itself long gone
