This is the true story of something that never happened, but maybe should have. It's part of This Passion's History (see language-woman-man for an explanation of this collection), but in many ways represents so many should haves. Although that can just be the shifting perspective of time and my annoying ability to justify. Side note: this is perhaps the only poem I've never revised, ever.
I also love that it reminds me of the Pacific coast, and that I need to wake up more often before the sun.
I also love that it reminds me of the Pacific coast, and that I need to wake up more often before the sun.
a bird's song i made a plan but didn't tell you to drive to the ocean on an evening when our next day is free it would be spontaneous see the sunrise over the cascades water at our backs as if it's the world's last daybreak and then the earth would have to tip back with us and fall in and we would be the first and take only the beauty with us the bird song ©Erin Croley |