Driftwood
Today the beach is cloudier, a dark sun spooling
Around it, the hint of a rainbow in the forest.
I dreamt again of a faraway glen, a kingless castle,
The dog noses a starfish in the rockpool and
I call it back. When I get home I will boil water
On the stove and pour it into the teapot, watch the
Jays through the steamed window in the wild garden.
In the campground there's one tent door tugged open,
I see him with his half-laced boots still yawning, brewing Bad coffee and squinting at my silhouette. My dream
Evaporates with the morning mist, and floats in my lungs:
It's a face I’d know anywhere, except I don’t know it at all.
Around it, the hint of a rainbow in the forest.
I dreamt again of a faraway glen, a kingless castle,
The dog noses a starfish in the rockpool and
I call it back. When I get home I will boil water
On the stove and pour it into the teapot, watch the
Jays through the steamed window in the wild garden.
In the campground there's one tent door tugged open,
I see him with his half-laced boots still yawning, brewing Bad coffee and squinting at my silhouette. My dream
Evaporates with the morning mist, and floats in my lungs:
It's a face I’d know anywhere, except I don’t know it at all.