Now the questions have begun
you know that the goodbyes
are going to be difficult.
What do you tell the kids
about where you will be going
when where you‘ll be going
isn't a place at all but is simply
out of their lives, out of the picture?
There's no question of reunion
and they wouldn't believe any bullshit
about coming back as a dog or
cruising azure highways together.
So you drive to the coast
ask them to close their eyes and listen
to the late summer waves on the wet sand
the calls of children across the water.
You tell them not to worry
the incoming tide will have the last word
the incoming tide always does.
First published in Blackmail Press 23