Another Departure
Only a week ago
the ice was melting
I was driving home
watching white ground slip
into black – mud everywhere
shining wet, black shimmer of crow
in motion and the slapping
sound of wings whipping
my speeding car, windows down
on the radio
someone was singing
mournfully long and slow
about love and letting go
along the road
dead deer were set free
winter – cold lover
holding tightly
forced to let go
only a moment
a week ago I thought
we were finally thawing.
Theresa Darling writes, creates pastels, and takes photographs in the Allegheny National Forest in Pennsylvania. She lives quietly with her husband, Reg, and two spoiled cats. She is currently working on her first book of poetry, Secrets, Silence & Shadows: An Exploration of Rape & Marriage.
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