Moldering along in the desert, trying to work, live, worry about the irrigation system, is
that tree okay, revise poem, think about line breaks, read  the news, translate a poem,
walk a few miles to metabolize the news, figure out moonrise, sunset, what planet that
is, wish I could talk to my mother right now, what this ache this, right here, what book,
and do I yearn to read it, what to remember and, oh, time to shop for grub, get to the
gas station, figure out sunrise, what bird is that, what to remember, my husband is
cooking, moon’s come up, do laundry, music on, good feast, clean up, moon adrift, time
to settle, wish I could tell my mother, so quiet most nights here. Here.

Helen Wickes