My Natural State

Behind us the sun fell, and all that night, as we drove, I waited for the moon—scanned the skies as the music played, looking for a sliver. Rain fell. Rain stopped. We were the only car on the road. The lights of a city came into view, and then they vanished, and we were alone again, moonless.

My natural state, I have decided, is yearning. When all is quiet, when the child sleeps, my heart is scribbled with want.[image error]