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Between that removed
and what remained,
they said – Careful.
Lovemaking born of drought –
tears flow onto flowered pillows
softening the quilted cotton.
Morning waves calm,
staging quiet photos for us –
shore walking smooth sand,
composed, between
that removed and what
remains.
End of October & already the wool,
cold night air pushes our walks, the wind,
no longer just wind, transforms …
Chimes suspended off the fence
are blowing chaotic, curiously you say,
Seems as though they’re calling to us –
I take counsel in this – a wind
full of message, a fence shaking,
birds on the run.
Bolted, unable to join in flight,
we begin our seasonal tasks
take out the burlap and rope,
concede the season reverently,
retreat indoors – allow the chimes
their wake and glory.
Theresa Wyatt follows the tug of history, eulogy, art, and therapeutic medical narratives in her writing. She is the author of The Beautiful Transport, a chapbook, (Moonstone Press) and Hurled Into Gettysburg (BlazeVox). Her work has recently appeared in What Dwells Between The Lines, a Press 53 anthology, and elsewhere.