i climbed to the tallest rock i could find to look over the city and listened to the heather.
momma, come back to me
it told me that you were lost, that you were having a hard time finding your way back to our small white house.
i told it to be patient.
i told it to unravel the sails of our boat,
to move the curtains that would wake the cat sitting in our window, belly up to the sun.
to lift the smoke out of the cigarette still lit in the ashtray.
from here the houses looked like red dots on dark green rocks, bubbling up from a black sea.
my palms have indents in the shape of pine needles, where i knelt on the ground looking for you.
they smell like earth on a moor day.
come back to me, momma.
momma, come back to me
it told me that you were lost, that you were having a hard time finding your way back to our small white house.
i told it to be patient.
i told it to unravel the sails of our boat,
to move the curtains that would wake the cat sitting in our window, belly up to the sun.
to lift the smoke out of the cigarette still lit in the ashtray.
from here the houses looked like red dots on dark green rocks, bubbling up from a black sea.
my palms have indents in the shape of pine needles, where i knelt on the ground looking for you.
they smell like earth on a moor day.
come back to me, momma.