I can feel my bones
want to unwind and stretch out
for that distant Pacific shore
with my beater of a truck
white with pale green stripe
worn out surfboard in back
the cold ocean roaring
under gray skies 
where I will spend
the remainder
of my days
on the shore
or in the damp woods
drinking something warm
in my home while I watch
her move from room to room
like I watch her move now

I’m in no hurry
I’ve weathered
what should have killed me
or made me hard and unloving
but I’ll remain after
whatever dark thing
comes for me next
because sometimes
the fight
is just as good