After our picnic. After our playing. After I played you a song about you I’d just written, I fell asleep and you left me. In the night. In the darkness.

At my age now… I am wondering what kind of love I’ll experience next. 

Somehow, I became fascinated by a particular word and then a place by the same name: a place called Inverness. When I first heard the word, I thought immediately that it meant some kind of inner state of being…

Because some mornings I wake up

near screaming.

Bleating out through the ether

and the interstitial plane…

When I arrived home from a vacation this past Monday and was all set with my bikini for an early morning hot tub dip, I was dejected to discover the “Pool Closed” sign on the entrance door…

Up to the mountain again,

where I’ve brought many I’ve loved—

family, a lover, a friend—

First, you sat on my cracked 

house haunted with disinhabitants.

There is a well we are all born with and for some it is very deep, as is mine.

My own, though, like many’s, got filled with stones…

I took my grief to the sea

To bury it on the beach

It was a discreet ball of grief

Not much smaller than a baseball