I remember getting off at the station
smelling the dank marshy air and taking a look at the town
from the inclined street
and being approached by a beautiful woman.
“I’m just here making sure all of my babies are OK.”
I should have known.
“My children. My loves.
You are all OK. OK?
Good, good. My babies! My precious loves!
Checking up on you all…”
With a twirl, and a smile,
she was gone.
That night I slept in an old cavity
of a redwood.