Bare Branches

A fugue

The branches are bare outside my window.
It has been many days since we slept here.
I try not to watch
the little hand move through the day.

The branches are bare.
Outside my window I see stars begin to form.
They mark another day
gone since we slept here. I try not to measure
these mornings I don’t wake in his arms.

The branches bore leaves
for a season. The stars formed slower in blue sky.
It has been many days since
we slept here.
The morning won’t wake in his arms

and I rise in a bed full of night,
try not to watch my little hands move
through the day.
The branches will bear leaves again
and outside my window stars form.
Here we will sleep for many days.

~ Andrea McKenzie

Andrea McKenzie grew up in Victoria, B.C. where she still resides. She is a long-time fixture at the Mocambopo Poetry Series, which is now Planet Earth Poetry at the Black Stilt Cafe. Andrea holds a B.A. in English Literature from the University of Victoria and a Certificate in Public Relations. She is an aspiring poet, novelist, and freelance writer. Her poetry has appeared in Mocambo Nights, Canadian Literature, Quills, Tempus by Rubicon Press, Leafpress, Boulevard Magazine, Borderlines, and various chapbooks edited by Patrick Lane. In 2005, she published her first book of poetry A Mother’s String through Ekstasis Editions.

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