I'm looking for my husband. He has
disappeared into some place inside
his mind, like a sea creature slides
into a coral bed.
Quick now, here he is for a moment
or an hour. Like a Robin bobs in
the yard, he is beautiful in his song
before he vanishes into the sky,
flying above or around me.
Are his pieces forever gone? Will
I find a kiss behind my chair meant
for me alone? Will my sorrow erase
the years of love?
I will be brave today. Tomorrow
I will be the coral he needs. A small
animal in a very large and
strange ocean. .
Caroline Shank