From Catch Up With Summer, 2015.
In Another Narrative
Rained last night and saturated every last everything.
water drips down the rock walls of the cut through the hill
where the train tracks used to go and
now I walk there
through a mist conjured up by the
forces of cool stone warm morning and
a lot of water in the atmosphere
which is what this stretch of path has plenty of right now.
A curvy stick down by my feet becomes a snake
in my vaporous thinking
I step aside all the while aware
it is not a snake but wouldn’t it be just right
if it were
and it spoke to me
with some good advice
here in this fairy-tale morning?