Foundation of Trust

Visible power,

the vision of a fire

torches the Montana prairie

sleeping by I-94.

3:30 AM and we sink in

as the night-

time swallows us up

by way of black sound.



In the back seat,

you are slumped sideways,

so peaceful there

and exhausted.

I can’t see you but I hear

you breathing slow and quiet.

I am mother stranger

at the helm of this black pearl

sea voyager, woman of nowhere

and now of the plains.



In daylight the event of us

together is strange.


At 3:30 AM doubt burns.



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