Aside at 3 a.m.
So much midnight… so much
final green grass and the soaking of the grass
by hand– no rain,
the wandering moon,
.
attachment theory
theories of yearning and consequence
not there. Mother
madness, memory
.
remembering, response
reconaissance– ashes
hot ash trailing
stinging the dark waters.
And yet it is.
This poem made me think of the fires in Colorado. I hope that they’re nowhere near the homestead….