He Wants Me To
Run away with him to Greece,
catch a ferry straight to Crete,
where the smell of sage intoxicates
the perfume of ancient sky.
We’ll rent a small boat,
hold hands, make up stories about
the tempers of clouds crossing overhead
and the gods who appeased them.
Run away with him to West Texas,
where the rain is hard, creates
its own geography.
We’ll nickname the pump jacks,
drink Rebecca Creek Whiskey,
swear to never forget the smell of wet
dirt, wet road, roaring stream-rivers.
Run away with him to Ireland,
where the moon bleeds silver
and dawn breaks bright.
I might go just for this,
the crooked boundaries
of stone—just how we are sometimes,
and here they are so beautiful.
Run away with him to Montana,
where mountains sing green
and the distance between neighbors is long.
No buildings are plumb, they are
all abandoned and stand askew. We sleuth
down side streets of ghost towns, photograph
desiccated cars, padlocked storefronts.
For the sake of old habits,
we set out on a whim.
In the clinging air of August,
About the Author
Tobi Alfier (Cogswell) is a multiple Pushcart nominee and a multiple Best of the Net nominee. Her current chapbooks include Down Anstruther Way (Scotland poems) from FutureCycle Press, and her full-length collection Somewhere, Anywhere, Doesn’t Matter Where is forthcoming from Kelsay Books. She is co-editor of San Pedro River Review (www.bluehorsepress.com).