Vermont

Festive

it all turned out.

Hacked in mid-motion

and going nowhere, briefly.

But festive. My ears were up.

And I was bright and I was

not volatile to

post-meal surprise:

stripped messages of denial,

naysayers in the knapsack

and brought on and kept going

but not being fed our inappropriate

acquisitions.

What is dry and knotted

and straw sinew

and burning.

I've suffered for the little that I see,

but I am glad I see you doing this.

I am glad that there is nothing

wrong with us.

Finally.

Slight affirmation but it's

a soggy fire and a tent by headlight

and a petulant car.

Shower exchange,

rock interaction,

unlikely keeper,

a view,

and no-one, and no-one,

no third wheel,

and no-one,

no third wheel and

one

by

one.

Nothing is wrong with us.

I held on to the wheel, a suck of relief,

and thought about that as the weather turned

and we drove gamely on.