Astonished
From my second-story window I watch
the purpling black band push
below the white surf of cloud
a rolling, distant murmur
following behind.
A bowl of gentians on the window sill
are speechless.
The mockingbird mocks.
A boy wandered across the lawn earlier
looking for a ball with his beagle.
I need some help myself, I think.
What’s lost in the dry months gets found
only with a kind of random serendipity:
loose change in a cup, a flyer
on the end table advertising hearing-aids,
a single book of matches.
It’s been decades since I’ve smoked.
I’d not planned to stay. I know that.
And yet here I am settled
at the same address, at home
with the familiar losses still
astonishing me.
From dispatch from the mountain state (West Virginia University Press, 2025). Copyright © 2025 by Marc Harshman. Published by permission of the publisher.