Fiancé fancies

Content to drop the glancing titles

of boyfriend, girlfriend overboard,

sending them out to sea

like wooden boxes without names.

Deep graves for shallow ties.

But trips and travels can’t camouflage

the pain of waiting for land to form,

the seas to dry,

the dusk to rise to precious dawn.

The plants to rear their heads

through the earth, the birds to fly.

Creation’s beauty slow to unfurl,

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a caterpillar lost in home, destined to soar.

Nothing left to do but wait for the creation

of one—one heart, one home, one soul.

Calm before the storm

Fish out of water, a child

crawling across the living room expanse,

looking for something. Waiting

to cash my check, pacing the diner,

disheveled mind muttering to itself.

Placed the order with you,

now I can’t stop checking the tracking number,

a jumble of letters and numbers

that all spell marriage. Shipping that takes

months, accidentally flies through Cairo,

touring the pyramids in the swelter of desert heat,

Mexico, frolicking on sand

the texture of syrup, and the tip of Africa.

This fish is done with climbing trees.