Separating

Convocation 2

The day my separation from
a wife of fifteen years became
predictable reality,
and moving clothes, old furniture,
and other miscellaneous
utilities took on the simple
task of driving from one place
to some place other than the one
my thirteen year old daughter still
called home, I slowed and exited
the interstate and turned towards eastern
pines that towered high above
the Merrimack, unfrozen yet
despite the month of January
seeming colder to my spirits
than it ever had, an eagle
drifted overhead like something
unconnected but alive.

~Son Rivers 2007