Broken Bow – A Poem by Brandon White

Hello Friends,

I write to you now from a cabin in the Ouachita National Forest. Outside, cold rain falls steadily through the pines, and all my favorite folk tunes flood my mind. I wanted to capture something of the moment. Thank you for your continued support and encouragement.

Broken Bow:

Indescribable relief
came over me when I saw
that the cabin nearest ours 
was unoccupied

I've come to disappear,
but my daughter is terrified 
of unfamiliar toilets, and 
the showerhead won't stop dripping

The porch swing creaks as if
it could give-way any second,
but you know my hand will remain
in yours

and in that split-second we fall,
I'll give a lifetimes 
thought to the anger I feel 
at the limitations of my vocabulary.

We’ll land on the pillowy 
laughter of our children,
and we’ll be left 
red-assed and redder-faced,

neither of us giving a damn
about the deposit