Jogging this morning
I thought of you
waiting in one of those
hard airport chairs,
the small book of poems
by Li Po on your lap.
Later, sorting the laundry,
dark from white, I knew
the exact moment when you
took to the air, my stomach
felt the weight of it
like a child swinging too high.
Now tonight
as rain clatters down
the drainpipe, I turn
between the sheets of our bed
while you drift
beyond anything I know,
hours and hours
of water between us.
My feet reach for yours
to warm them
against the dark,
to anchor my body here
and here.
(previously published in "Red Rock Review")
Bio: Deborah's poems have appeared or are forthcoming in
Poet Lore, Calyx, Many Mountains Moving, Southern Poetry Review,
Red Rock Review, Birmingham Review, The Comstock Review and
others.
She completed her MA in Comparative Literature at Rutgers
University. Formerly an ESL instructor at Lane Community College, she
currently works with young writers in the schools.
Contact Deborah Narin-Wells at WELLSAMOY@cs.com
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