Elsewhere in Dreams

Hiatus

In the early morning hours you
left off hammering stakes,

and set off into the mist rising
from the lake.

You disappeared from view
’till I became a housekeeper,

silently attending our fireside vigil
for civilization.

I though I heard you yesterday,
returning from the hunt with empty arms

and arms overflowing.
I thought I heard you.

Flames flared like lightning for a moment,
alive suddenly.

I became a housekeeper with
sod and lifelong coals, knowing

of dust to dust to ashes to grass
to fire to rebirth and

coals burning merrily
underneath.

Tags: poetry

Posted September 29th, 2005 in poetry. Tagged: poetry.