and the stars (poem)

I like this land

in the nighttime

I imagine it is the only thing I love

about it

for the nighttime here

is quiet and old

and full of memories

of a time that was taken

and a time that one day will

return

But I am far too loud

And foolish

chasing histories that have

long since died

And I have this idea

A dangerous one

that I cannot expunge

of a vision of love

that would transcend the sorrow

and the dirt

and the soul-gunk

and the shit

and I would climb up

up on to the roof

of my trailer

surrounded by nothing but trees

holding my baby girl

and kissing her

and pointing to the night sky

and the stars.