WE’VE LOST A LOT

Some day out in the harbor, when the sun
comes up, we will see a thread of smoke rise.
We’ve lost a lot—day-to-day friendships,
and heavy symbolic gestures remain.

We hold on, and step forward
in our heavy boots, hoping we’re strong.
I think a lot about that night—
punishment because God loves me.

The last link to the past is brushed across
the table, it’s been so long without it.
All that’s left is an old man, an unforgiving
cowboy that’s past his prime.

(February 13, 2010)