Bill Yarrow is the author of six full-length books of poetry and six poetry chapbooks. His poems have been published in Poetry International, Gargoyle, Pank, Contrary, Diagram, Thrush, Chiron Review, Rhino, and many other journals. His most recent book is Wake Me When The Narcoleptics Arrive from Cyberwit.
I Waited Too Long To Remember
I woke up in between / a memory and a dream —Tom Petty/You Don't Know How it Feels
We’re in a sedate forest next to
a boisterous beach. The sky is khaki
above the trees but beige above a
deep gray bay. Chaste squirrels are
keeping a lookout for bad-boy gulls.
Kids on circus bikes ride out of the woods
into their bathing suits. The breathy sweat
of exercise is indistinguishable from sandy
passion's sweat. We hear the shouts of bathers
all bubbly in the surf. A cloud the shape of
a manta ray terrorizes an empty sky. Two
hikers see us kissing in the open path.
All is as it ever was except you’re still alive.