top of page
Sometimes my mind slips to the skies and stars we stared at
from your car
heads bending hard
on the land of Narragansett that wasn’t yours, mine or theirs
we drove long
longing for waving wave
with our mouth clammed
Light and moon
Mountain and water
setting blue to purple
silence to sound -
Do you still remember that sound?
The sound of waves pattering the rocks beneath the ground
You in that faded yellow shirt below your knees
drowning hard with a stone you picked from the shore
and that film camera you won’t let go for a second.
They meld into the dark
the same darkness I try to grasp onto every night.
bottom of page