Even in your absence I catch myself looking for you,
smelling your woolen cologne
your fur and finery…
There is a piece of you in everything I do, somehow
a presence that permeates all;
Remember how you kept us up nights?
Your incessant rascal nature?
I hear it in the raucous laughter of teenage girls passing the house
in the mournful howl of the four a.m. transient
harsh and loud
a soundtrack to the daily thousand goodbyes and greetings.
I rise halfway from my chair
becoming the Me of four years prior
before I catch the chain again
before the machine resumes its perfect function….
It must sound strange for all the rattle
but I am comforted by the astral proximity
Glad for the company
Certain that you must delight the baby
because I know the veil is thin for him;
When he laughs and grasps at nothing I sense arrival.
You blessed me
Made me feel lucky and chosen
It is warm tonight
The peepers have started their late summer calling
they beckon me to the yard
where I stand under the stars looking up
and though you wind about my chest
ethereal and healthy
I miss the subtle caress in my heavy hope and whisper skyward,
"Wait for me
Wait for me
Wait for me."
Ghost fern trio of belt buckles:
soft and hard
sumptuous and earthy.
5 inches by 3.25 inches to the edge of the triple-scalloped demi-wings.