For three days we walked the moat
of a demolished castle
charcoal congratulate under our heels.
The fourth night pulled on its leash of wind —
Back to pick and shovel draining
the hot abscess
all afternoon scalding lagging opened sores
Gulliver to some sick great animal.
Through Christmas into the New Year
not getting it together again.
Defending ourselves to each other
working our own juries.
Come home one night to find the road blocked
blazing from the dunes slack campfires
and on the hill
our own black yards lit cellophane
reflected on windows
as if we had already accepted
the tank dry the house gone
gulch of ash.
© Caroline Caddy