30

Annoyed at sunburn
But glad to spend day working
With Drew and Tuesday

29

A for now answer
Anxious to have one, for now
My shoulder will rest

28

Friendship withdrawal
My mind merged for a few days
With their faces, laughs

27

"You're so good," she says
Tonsils show when she laughs and
We don't want to leave

26

Day twelve, final one
Whirlwind feature where I proved
New world works for me

25

Stumble home for sleep
All night I was consumed with
Unknown directions

24

Giddy as I lean
Fun with crew I've worked with but
Not relaxed, talked with

23

Driving the pass van

Pull over to side of road

Take unsanctioned break

22

Lean my head on wall
And walk toward her photo
As I fire watch trucks

21

When you're not in charge
And things don't make sense but you
Aren't allowed to fix

20

So hot but shiver
Then cry because I'm confused
Call it heat stroke, rest

19

When I feel like buds

I feel like buds and I'll hang 

Instead of sleeping

17

Inject metal dust
Into me and I get scanned
Hope they find a thing

16

Stand in deja vu
Can't reach the memory though
As I cue his knock

15

Small wins feel so big
And project is small pieces
I'll fit into one

14

Lean against the wall
Baby skunk sneaks up to fence
Neither are startled

13

People all around
I will know all of their names
By the time we're done

12

Bike ride, park picnic, 

Personal mariachi.

Make plans to join up.

11

Lisette Jay's Bar date

And then Mike's there too and we

Never read our books

10

Glide home, empty street
The world quiet as I shout
Of the things I love

9

Fit pieces into
Each other and feel my life
Ease into rhythm

8

Though late, easy trip

On flight with both my brothers

And Drew speeds me home.

7

Aunt Barb, my father
Speak on her strong character
We lay her to rest

6

We take turns basement
hiding between stories of her.
Cousin rotation.

5

Find Mark in airport
Then Dad and Sam pick us up
Grandma's funeral

4

Want to own this day,
my time and how I spend it,
for brief moment home

3

Mountains reflect in
water in the not quite dark
Alaskan night sky

2

Glacier's slow death makes
Itself known, I grow quiet.
Turn inward with tears.

1

Actual fear faced
Steep paths and not sure I won't
Land on my body