The streetcar stops beneath a railroad overpass
Snow still on the ground.
Melody stirring a pot of homemade soup
In the apartment she shares with her mother
Near the courthouse.
A scratchy sofa
Something forgettable on TV
I pass through her kindness like a boat cut loose.
How can I prevent
What I don’t know will happen?
Her eyelids lower
Contemplating a surreal image,
Her laughter like the northern lights,
A Maya Deren film.
Lay in wait on darkened country roads
Rising against immortal young gods
Speed-yearning into the future.
Does one simple gesture reconfigure a timeline?
Take the second bowl. The cauldron of vocation.
Leave town with her though you hardly know her.
Study poetry or dowsing,
Wash the ghosts away,
Listen to the northern lights sing into her,
Singing blacktopped roads into a charcoal labyrinth.