poem

Letter In the Mail

Hauling water from

the creek, cutting

slab ice from the lake,

rending oil from a

whale, tapping keys

that strike the platen,

watching the hills

shed light for shadow,

committing to

memory every

line in her face,

drawn in quick sketch on

a secret page,

waiting days for the

letter written

over hours on

milk white paper

stitched with lines that hide

a message in

between wrought, penned words.

October 27, 2011