Letter Poem

To Sal, from Nevada City
I’ve found a place for us.

I had gone over rims of earth
And settled like dew here in the night.
To the morning I rose,
a bruised traveler to the lord of all Good Samaritans.

I felt held, like a child.
I swear I would roll and tuck myself to one side
And smell the soft skin inside the wrist.

Mountains have fallen down to rest here,
Pulled covers above their heads
And invited the people here to smile;
To pluck a chord and the lull the air to a heavy, warm mist.

And the people Sal,
Like market felt, home brewed
And poppy coloured. 

The streets are old
And all the fireplaces set alight the air to a delicious smoke
Until all the chimneys breath “amen amen amen”
And anoint my small shoulders.

Nevada City Sal,
Write it down
And promise you’ll come here.

As always, with love.
Connor.