16 Questions

What do you do
I wonder
Do you pace
Or sit stupefied
Do you hunt—
Gathering new firewood for the winter
For new flames
If so, are you vigilant
Ensuring embers burn evenly
Do you use a long stick to do this
So that you are not burned
Are you standing tall
Or do you slink more
Are you relaxed in new winter’s burning
Or restless as you were
Do dogwoods tower in your dreams
Casting shadows that imbalance your solar plexus
Or does the screeching shriek of happy
Reverberate in the still-cold spot
I used to warm—
Brown rice in a good pot
For you
Now I eat salads
In black bowls
Am healthy, lean, lithe
Since I am no longer stuffed with solitary love
And disappointment
Or force-fed vitamin excuses
and cough syrup lies
Were we easy to snap
Like twigs
Or were we more like trunks than branches
I suppose whichever it were does not matter
For we did not survive
The mighty wind that bent us back ‘til broken
(I wonder if anyone saw us bending)
Did you feel it’s sway—
Does it now blow your thoughts back this way?

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