Recorded August 9
Track: Idiom Wind
Sometime after midnight,
I spread a comforter in the grass, take a pillow from my bed,
stare at the stars so long they split into reds and blues.
I go back to the couch where we talked.
I stand again at the bed where we cried.
Then the wind blows and the branches dance overhead.
“And now you are here,” they remind me.
I inhale the warm summer night, like a swimmer coming up for air.
The stars come back into focus. A neighbor’s dog barks in the distance.
The blinking lights of a plane fly into and out of view.