Where the saguaros gave way
to ponderosas in a clearing
in the Coconino,
it reminded me of that trip we took
to Yellowstone,
how we hung lights in the pines
around our camp—
the lights, and us,
glowing back at the open sky.
And I thought for a long time
about how everything shifts,
one way or another.
If ever any day was perfect,
it was that one,
and this one, too, almost.
Only thing missing
was you.
NaPoWriMo: Write a poem titled “Wish You Were Here”
taking inspiration from the idea of a postcard (travel, distance, sightseeing,
etc.).
National Poetry Month Day 7