LOVE Poem: I’m Not Far Away, by Anne Bower

Gold tinged air
this Friday afternoon
My house on a small town
midwest street a nest
I curl into, half asleep on the sofa
until phone’s insistent ring

and your rushed voice,
I’m not far away, just a short drive,
can you, can we?
And in fifteen minutes you’re at the door
waking me to your body, mine

I know your car is tucked
off on a side street, know our
time is small
inside my hushed home
where you shouldn’t be
My brain knows but

no drink or food on the voyage
just two bodies flying
rearranging the solid air

And you say
birdsong? hear it?
and give me more

A child’s call outside, someone’s mower
our music
We sway together at leaving time
and I wonder, trembling, sillied,
if you’ll be safe driving home