Pieced Together

So many years of driving
winding roads through
moose country blinding snow
storm squalls every
Wednesday night
only the guardrails
to keep you centered
nevermind the lines
these faded boundaries
invisible now.

All those years of weekly visits
followed by weekly phone calls
weekend workshops, week long conferences,
after years of graduate school,
years on the table breathing into feelings
phantom possessions
inviting the furies
to unleash their bitter tongues
then surprising them with healing
heart melting words and tones
and welcoming them back home.
Finally free.

June 2011