The Pig War

It’s been so long

that it seems like I’ve never

been to the San Juans.

Can we go soon?

Girl slow down with me.

If we leave now

we can catch the last boat out,

and that’s the best one,

on this clear night

under pin-prick light.

The wind on the boat’s deck

is a cold hand on the neck

or slipping into our cold bed.

It’s been so long

that it seems like I’ve never

danced with anyone.

She moves so well.

If we go outside

we can take in a haze of

Roche Harbor light

and drink a bottle of red wine,

forgetting to tell time.

Just sit still,

we’ve moved enough.