Sitting here at our
unfinished cabin

drinking beer and
feeding my dog Fritos,

I look into the depths
of the forest, watch

lightning bugs and
listen to the lonely

call of a whippoorwill
from my future back porch.

I recall all the dreams I’ve
had – some that will never

be and some beyond my
imagination that came true.

I think about a beloved
English teacher who I just

learned passed away.
I think about all the gifts

she gave me
she will never know.