WHERE ARE YOU GOING?

WHERE ARE YOU GOING?

‘Where are you going?’ I ask
‘I just told you‘, she answers,
‘Half an hour ago’

I was reading her a Gary Snyder poem

‘ - the wideness, the
Foolish loving spaces

Full of heart.

Walking on walking,
Under foot earth turns

Streams and mountains never stay the same’

The door opens:

Light floods in mountains sea
Smell of rain
Conversation of flooded river

Then it closes again
And all that remains is an empty black chair
A woodstove fire

A washing machine on spin cycle.

Now she waters scarlet geraniums
With a faded
yellow
Long-spouted

plastic watering can

Carefully
On the bright silver
aluminium draining board

All grace curving arms
Soft light on sensuous neck

And tells me, ‘Your coffee is made’.

2/11/2011
copyright Mark F Chaddock 2011