Fall leaves

green and soft in the middle

crisp,

crunchy

on the outside

like a rain stick upside down

in the breeze

 

The absolute

most gorgeous time of year

my favorite

I wait for it

and now

I do not trust

at all

the rotation of the earth

the slant of the sun.

 

I have gone almost nowhere

for

a year

missing you

with every tick

of the

clock

 

And yet

the cool air

reminds me

I can feel as if my body is shattered

at the same time

I roll in piles of decomposing earth

with my children

in laughter-

 

I am home,

the address

unfamiliar.