If I wanted

To sit with my mother

For a cry

Over wine

On the porch my father built

Light a fire for my sister

Who is always cold

Share my day 

With my father over a meal

My mother cooked

Drive to Yakima

To be fretted over

By Caroline


Meet me at Costa’s

We’ll share breakfast and poetry

See you in your kitchen

Updates over microwaved coffee

Call you in the afternoon

Hear about the desert and your fiance

Visit you at your restaurant

You’ll insist that I not pay


Forgive me love

For I have gone missing

Into the blue

Be it ocean, dream or sky

There is no Heaven here

And no Hell besides

For there can be neither

Without love 


Joshua Hughes 8.8.2012