i can’t find all my friends today
where they live inside my phone
but i pray they find the blankets
i am sending
~
there’s a holy woman in the mountains
contemplating silence in the storm
facing the valley in the distance
eyes closed, sitting on a stone
catching raindrops in her robes
to stop the rain from
rolling down the hill
i wonder if she saw the serpent coming
~~
the giant maple where we picnicked
in the park next to the river
is sheathed in mud
standing solo in the landscape,
high limbs where people waved once
are fingers to a tardy sky,
their unrelenting fuck you to the universe
~~~
somewhere in some other town
where people wade through cottage gardens
there’s a home floating by on the river
with the sun
shining through the kitchen window
~~~~
