below the earth
I remember the day I said goodbye, the real goodbye, the day I let loose the last thread. from across the continent, your coast to mine, your letter came; I read it in my basement room in front of the earth-level window. long waves moved through my legs and up my body. the white fabric of what was changed color, to burgundy, and was given away to clouds I could not see to make a sunset over the islands. I folded the letter and put it away, looked up and out the window at wild grass in wind and the wall of the house next door. as I sat in the quiet below the earth, nothing but time sat with me.