It is the Time

By Albino Carrillo

It is the time
It is the time of
Gathering bags
Of dog food & weed

It is the time of
Taking stock in cans
And containers, seeds

And the boxes of
Macaroni and cheese
The plastic pans

To hold leftovers.
It is time
To gather water,

It is time to
Think about your father.
The things your mother

Could do when she
Was young. Like wander
Through the fields

Looking for fairy circles,
Birches to swing by, hooded
Saints of the could

Have been woods. Curled
Up in the couch, it’s a should
Have been dream

Like you have when no one’s home.

Poems in The Antioch Review, Puerto Del Sol, Blue Mesa Review, CALIBANThe South Dakota Review, and many others. Books: In the City of Smoking Mirrors (University of Arizona Press, 2004) and Uranium Days (Saudade/Argus House Press, 2015). 

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Ross MacKay
7 months ago

Lovely. Always time for a poem like this to help you pause

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