Fiancé fancies

  Content to drop the glancing titles

  of boyfriend, girlfriend overboard,

  sending them out to sea

  like wooden boxes without names.

  Deep graves for shallow ties.

  But trips and travels can’t camouflage

  the pain of waiting for land to form,

  the seas to dry,

  the dusk to rise to precious dawn.

  The plants to rear their heads

  through the earth, the birds to fly.

  Creation’s beauty slow to unfurl,

  Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

  a caterpillar lost in home, destined to soar.

  Nothing left to do but wait for the creation

  of one—one heart, one home, one soul.

  Calm before the storm

  Fish out of water, a child

  crawling across the living room expanse,

  looking for something. Waiting

  to cash my check, pacing the diner,

  disheveled mind muttering to itself.

  Placed the order with you,

  now I can’t stop checking the tracking number,

  a jumble of letters and numbers

  that all spell marriage. Shipping that takes

  months, accidentally flies through Cairo,

  touring the pyramids in the swelter of desert heat,

  Mexico, frolicking on sand

  the texture of syrup, and the tip of Africa.

  This fish is done with climbing trees.