the tall bed
it feels like coming aboard
stepping up on the high wooden box
then hoisting myself onto
this queen-sized raft of dream
with extra-long pillows
and billowing duvet
a good 4 feet off the floor
we set sail
into the short dark of summer
perforated by starshine
while Homestake’s white wave
curls in the distance
later
rosy mountain sunrise snow
gently announces
it’s another day now
time to disembark
and make those hazy dreams real
Cedar at 9
chances are he’s barefoot
in a puddle
singing a song
he makes up as he goes
hips swiveling
Cubs hat bobbing
feet splashing mud everywhere
he’s the warm spark
that grounds this family
and lightens us up
the lucky energy that keeps pumping
when we’re about to wind down
our pug-loving chicken farmer
who right now is testing
just how much adrenaline
one hammock can hold
19 summers and winters
so many photos
of us
out-of-doors
grinning
the land’s beauty
humming about us
in every direction
what luck
to find another soul
who loves life
that way
and to still be here
together
ready to walk out
into whatever waits
