MISS CARIBOU

After the aftermath,
a year invents
another year
without you...
Miss Caribou

Only timeless traces
of what once was
remain connected
to the other side
of never ending places
that can’t be touched
by anyone but you...
Miss Caribou

You are my book
opened only
by love
and song
and poet’s words
that long
for music to keep
while you sleep.

Next for me,
my Queen,
is the pageantry
of possibility
and the clarity
of the art of living
that unfolds
in muted sunlight
like fiddleheads
in the forest.

Without shadow,
without doubt,
the best waits for me
and my poetry.

The best of me
is you...

Miss Caribou.

© JOHN PISCATELLA