How long since you’ve seen it?
That door? In every dream I heft its iron
and try my weight against it—
As if you were free.
As if I were free to come and go
without forgetting where I came from. Without
being forgotten. That old house
The latch clicked shut to seal your leaving.
It didn’t happen like that. I don’t remember.
You weren’t stopped by—did you say—
the moon did crack the night
above the maple branches—
You were young.
I was seventeen that summer,
licensed at last to drive myself
away from my father’s kingdom.
No one is ever felled by moonlight.
by moonlit grasses
by the shadow of that farmhouse
three smokeless chimneys lengthening
to the road’s edge…
The same light?
The world was charged with a future tense,
choices easily unmade. All I wanted
What? What did you tell yourself?
Air. All I wanted was some air.