Karen Rigby
Alternate Lives
The one where I don’t miss the northbound train
but reach the station covered in foxgloves.
How about the life where none of us
grieves, and I never wed
inside the county courthouse
wearing a black rhinestone dress?
The one where I find you in time, so we start again
where our first lives left, and I run my hand up
and down a wooden banister,
the snowbound house
a globe we never grow old in.
The version where fire tornados
never exist, and Greenland’s ice sheets freeze
in crenellated cakes. The life where I get to mouth
I love you, love you. In that alternate dusk
I never almost die the same winter
you dream beside a wolf, speaking
nothing to no one. My scars reknit
the way mesquite knots over
its own architecture. One day every dried petal
I saved reassembles into bloom. One day you’ll tell me
you’ve read my poem, because in that life not even a leaf
breaks in the coming storm. Not even a storm,
but a city called paradise.
Karen Rigby is the author of Chinoiserie (Ahsahta Press). She lives in Arizona. www.karenrigby.com