Grayed, Speaking Zuihitsu

"This time, sixty-six years ago, I was nineteen, three thousand miles away from my mother and in labor. The doctors said the baby wasn't coming until later that afternoon, so Papa went ahead to service. Baby came while he was gone"

I looked over Jordan

The air in the house on Birchwood was thick

"I rode on his shoulders all the way home. Knew it would be the last time I saw him. Train ran him over on the way back. Then Grandmamma remarried, just like I saw it"

What did I see?

I never told him about my dream

"Happy birthday" cried the shell of Georgianne

Coming for to carry me home

Twenty-one, a month away

It’s the way wind moves through the chimes regardless of the breeze

A band of angels coming after me

Exhaustion nestles within fading eyes

The wall is marked from where she leans, dark dye refusing to fade, I scrub at it in vain

Coming for to carry me home

Swing low, sweet chariot