Questions — a poem
How did you get up and go?
Long drives to the mountains,
afternoons in the snow.
How did you walk away?
Not look back
and never know?
How did you forget?
Let thoughts fade.
Running with horses,
making the long grass sway.
How did you block it all out
and face each day?
How far did you have to go?
Where did you hide?
Striped deck chairs in the sun
while layers set inside.
How did you cover-up?
How many times have you lied?
What did you do with it all?
Where did you hoard it?
All the newness of places.
Was it easier to look away
from our changing faces,
Turn your head and ignore it?
Repeating questions come and go.
No answers buried
in gardens full of flowers
or mountains of snow.
Deeper and deeper the digging
deliberately revealing, nothing to know.