Standing on the Gillman Trail

Fox River beside me

Cemetery behind me

Homeless shelter

Ahead of me

Traffic whooshing past

Wish I had a boat

Wish I had an airplane.

Now the melodramatic sun

Meets the crispy white moon

Like they’re gonna kiss.

Bird feather brushes my cheek

I’ll always be here

No doubts and fears

I’ll be watching rivers

Sparkle like so many Christmas lights.

Once at the riverside

While Dad photographed Mom

While a Mexican child watched me

I buried a magnet that I placed

In a gluestick box

To say I’d hidden treasure.

Now, nothing on the sand

Lasts forever

Just solitary me

Waters so free

Crazy moon

Collides with the sun

Till my darkness is gone

And daylight has come

Till the light that’s within me

On earth

Is all done.