Gathering Firewood #18

That last autumn
it was dark
moody and exciting
hungry and angry
waiting was a thrill
fired by the first drink
I wandered for hours
getting lost and falling
in the dark
all the time listening
for the sound of
an old diesel truck
one night the cows got in
and we met the neighbours
we thought the wife was stoned
I lost the goats
you didn’t come to help
and you lied about the cheese
that was the silliest thing
and pretty sad.
Its autumn again
24 moons later
and the darkening evenings
and the cold bite in the air
and the wood I gather for the fire
are as filled with you
as they are with the smell of woodsmoke
the snap of dry willow
and my rusty old dreams