Comfortably lonely, cabin porch
hard back book
foggy overslept hard back chair
backpack hangs on
a wooden peg
empty
but for deja vu
trembling hands
loosening clothes
fingers slipping
underside the clasp
coarse canvas dream
and well oiled leather boots
with high arches
moving away from here
even before painting
the rooms onto a circus tent
the tall poles cantilevered
and kids with summer suntan lines
on open feet
saguaro sunset scenery
flash by in a clackety-thwack 16mm print
Grandpa coughing, me
jotting down unessentials,
collecting pottery along the way
the movement is key i recollect
while stopping still and
tucking my boots
under a hearty mantle
of foreboding calm