Where we go

[michaelboy]

Creeks run, as leaves rust inexorably into fall and here I see you, delicately by water as a summer might last forever in me
- even as she sleeps

I knew you in a time before this year
further* than the hillside, where I walked away

Yet now, the woolly worms are mostly brown
like a coat you wear, which gently wears you because it is a softer way to remember her

* and farther

Comments

[cybermule]

Ahh. Much love. Creeks are a very American thing - they remind me of Laura INgalls Wilder stories when I was a kid. Which just pushed me towards a prepper mentality tbh, But I still loved them.

[michaelboy]

I hadn't realised but you are likely correct about creeks. I spent a lot of childhood time trouncing around in them, building dams, catching minnows, etc.

I've always been more of a non-prepper. I remember during the cold war days all the talk of nuclear fallout, canned long-term rations and shelters and the like. I have an old Civil Defense publication from 1962 that details how to build a home-based fallout shelter and always thought if things got that bad that I'd rather just up and die forthwith rather than suffer some apocalyptic prolonged end.

Although, with age I seem to always collect an inordinate supply of paper towels, batteries, light bulbs and toilet tissue :)

[cybermule]

I had to google "creek". We have "brook", or more locally "pill". And yeah, I think I'd prefer the unprolonged version, but I'm obsessed with self sufficiency. Which is probably something I should take to my therapist.