We come to the crack in the rock
To cry asunder the clouds that both held and blocked us.
To put a name to those who set us adrift
Assuming that landfall would come
We drifted, waiting.
Finding an empty beach at last.
And a wet and nearly impassable road.
It lead to the rock and the single slender crack we found.
Do you remember the house?
The fading sound of the women going from one distant room to another?
I remember sunlight on white linen
And a spray of cold water through summer air.
I remember heels clicking down a hallway.
Was she coming toward us? Or walking away?
The memory shifts around the door I drew on the last map of home.