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A house drove by,

Going fast,

Scattering leaves

And school buses. 

We’re hiking the gorge, this poem written by stone,

down the path thick with leaves, and

stone steps cut into the steepest declines.

At the bottom, ice coats the shale ledge.

We watch our feet instead of the view,

too aware of how easily limbs break,

how quickly a slip could shatter something inside.

Ahead of us, two hikers call down to someone below.

When we reach them on the bridge, we lean over to see—

Three teenagers on the side trail

that leads straight down, behind the waterfall.

The hikers above, middle aged, our age,

are calling warnings about mud and ice

are calling Careful, Careful.

The teenagers wave and laugh

across the steep distance between us.

The lost continent of Atlantis

was discovered today,

shoved under your bed, resting on a pile of dirty socks

and PopTart wrappers, next to your missing retainer.

No one who has ever seen your room

was surprised when I described the green hills,

the ships in the harbor,

the castles and the marble statues rising up.

If you ever find this note—

(unlikely, since I tucked it beneath your pillow–)

you will sigh and roll your eyes

and ask, Can’t you just tell me

to clean my room, like a normal mother?

Picture the moon practicing

while you slept,

showing early attempts to the cat

who remained unimpressed.

Cat, ever practical, said

The moon’s best efforts

at shadow puppets

were the bunny or the bird.

If you’re going to all that trouble

wrangling light and shadow

it might as well be tasty.

Moon smiled, having learned long ago

to ignore cats.

In the night, moon

painted a heart in the middle of the floor,

a trick of the light

you’ve never seen before.

Buy crusty French bread

on your way home from the lawyer.

Play music while you slice the baguette

into fewer slices than years you were married.

Chop up tomatoes, olives, garlic,

oregano, memories and red peppers

in any combination you choose.

The mixture will be perfect, which proves

you can make good decisions.

Pour strong olive oil

over food that

behaves so rationally

you would kiss it

if it wasn’t dinner.

Stir.

Heap spoonfuls onto the bread

like a person who has never been stingy with love.

My neighbor is at it again,

his leaf blower buzzing

as he vacuums nature.

I want to take the leaf blower out of his hands,

tell him with his crew cut

and neatly pressed jeans

To let the leaves be indolent teens who nap all day

and race around on windy nights

wild to escape their fate,

instead of obedient recruits waiting at the curb

huddled with their kind.

I want to remind him that

in the morning we’ll be even again:

Leaves covering both our yards

His will lose their way, run with the wrong crowd,

get dizzy, fall down and sleep wherever they land.

Impossible to steer, but lovely

could describe a child or a ship,

a hot air balloon

or a poem every day.

The Encyclopedia of the Exquisite

is the title of the book

tossed among the tattered romances

on the free table at the library.

The page you opened to read:

“In truth, the hot air balloon

was lovely but impossible to steer.”

which describes more  than this unlikely book

finding your harried hands.

Take comfort in messages that

rise and travel and land, eventually.

Put down those tightly-clutched maps.

Instead of plotting course corrections

deep into every night,

notice how the stars glow as you glide by.

Call this life what you’ve suspected for some time:

Impossible to steer, but lovely.

Because when you woke up,

you didn’t know this day

would hold so much more than you could carry

and

because the load

is full of such foolish things:

Groceries and briefcases,

cough drops and tissues,

brown chickens pecking at the side of the road

so silly and industrious that the comparison

falls into your hands

and becomes one more thing to carry.

Words fizzing off the top of your head.