Loose Connections

The landscape of your sorrow: a house
fallen, in the dark. You follow him

longingly, your knees in his footprints.
Loose connections, a workable love. You

need a fall back position to memory
that is split, tiled, broken like satellite

transmissions. The winds pick up gently
and the landscape passes by. You turn

to catch a flash of colour, the briefest
flicker of illumination. Then it moves, leaps

off the terrace, and turns out the light. Death
is a kind of a ladder. Keeping safe is

essential. In the dark, he follows you
through the landscape of your sorrow.

Published online at www.blueskiespoetry.ca, October 20, 2008