I get woken early by my husband
I am not a morning person
I can’t even say coffee does the trick
But the promise of a double double and breakfast sandwich make it worthwhile
We need to get wood
from the forest
from the deadfall
I don’t really want to go
But that’s our heat
For our home
for our soul
woodfire is something special
So I go
But I linger in the truck irritated-work-
when we get there
when my husband jumps out
when he falls a tree
when he cuts the logs
I know I need to pick up the wood and load the truck-work-
But it’s minus twenty outside
Large robin-egg-blue sky
Long Christmas-light-green fields
Fresh country-smog-free air
Yellow buttercup-dandelion-on-a-chin trees
Dropping their leaves
The forest is crying, I realize
For its lost brother-faqk-
Dragonflies so large you can hear their wings flap
and they close in on me
and they blame me
and it’s not my fault
I came for the coffee
