I was standing on a river
of ice. Melting
in a circle under my feet.
Everyone I loved was in a plane.
Mom, Dad, Hedda, even Grandma Nell, who died a month after I left home. The pilot was a man who had slipped
through a hole upstream, who had frozen for the winter, waiting to thaw in the spring.
They left a trail of snow.
It covered me like a cloak
as they flew by.