Ringtails are not solitary in spring
Your turn to pick—
west of the road to Carlsbad.
Brazilian bats and
tarantulas if it’s warm enough.
Too cool for rattlesnakes…damn.
We bushwhack ten easy minutes
from the roadside to the trail,
the final time I don’t regret
offering to take the heavy pack
with our tent.
I feel guilty when I hear another
crunch underfoot, scorpion
These things are everywhere.
I contemplate when I hiked through
life without you.
For an instant I panic that this isn’t real.
Catching the jacket you have
tied around your waist,
I pull you close for a quick peck of
You sneak the spare water bottle from my pack,
a pound-and-a-half lighter for me,
and tear off up the hillside.
Hurry up, Old Man!
echoes from upslope.
With a little wisp of a
chuckle, I smile to myself.
I love you so much…
over a glass lake—
wisps of vapor hover and twist,
I imagine them as
of all the events that
A heavy cloud
descends upon them.
They become One.